That's MY house, just nobody else knows it

I was daydreaming, trying to invent another better scenario. 

Ok, background.  I think I might have mentioned that I'm doing this anorexia thing too well and lost my health care provider's trust.

So that left me hanging. No government help is going to get me housed. I figured, that's it, I really do have to starve myself.

Then I thought, what if my mother died? She's due. I researched house prices there and her house would likely fetch enough to save me.  If it was passed to me. 

But see, she's alive and kicking. So that's kind of a pipe dream too.

Nevertheless, it's around her natural time as I saw it when I was young. She's due.  Exactly when I can't say but it's less than 5 years and might be this year.  According to my prescience, which has not been and cannot be verified. All the same, if she did die and leave me her house, and Carola could have the contents, all the jewellery and collectibles andknick knacks, and I guess a bank account could be split.  Well anyway, if I"m even in the will, and she gave me that, or something equally substantial, it would buy a half million dollar residence, the cheapest you can buy here, and leave me with a  few years living frugally with enough dignity and independance to be treated like a person, thus allowing me to get work. I really could work in theatre but I need more time. It'll be autumn before anything could happen, if then.  Just because of the way theatres run.

So I've continued to fast in my way, including cheats like candy and chocolates today, chicken yesterday, but barely if at all making the calories for the base resting point on the day while going walking a lot. So that's keeping me on a weight loss trajectory.  The chocolates today were to cure my rubber legs so I could get through my day.   Which was a goal to get licorice, hence I have more candy than I should.  

So ok, a condo of the ugliest sort starts at half a mill or so and it's all no dogs, just one cat. One cat.  Pets restricted.

I was lamenting that while I do love the idea of a balcony and don't care if it's a long walk up the stairs or even a basement or a street level, it's fine. Don't care if it's a divided house, old apartment block or newer modern high rise.

But they ALL have pet restrictions.

Plus I can't use my power tools. Ever. At all.  Just nope. Nope. Unless I find and rent space in a shop, an expensive proposition for an artist.

Then I was looking at detached housing.  Just for giggles. I mean, come on, I'm looking at the cheapest shit in town, ain't going to be a house, besides, I cannot handle the yard work. I cannot live in a house.

But I must, or i can't have dogs and angle grinders.

What a to do, oh dear.

Oh wait wtf is that?

It's a tiny house twice the size of my own, with a falling price because it's just not for most people?  And ?

No. No way.  It's in the mosquito creek marina as a float house??????  Single detached house. Shipyard (noise) and it's so unbelievably gorgeous with red cedar and red metal roof and siding and the perfect little sundeck for my kayak and bbq and dogs and it overlooks the mouth of the creek.  Other than boats driving past to the boat lift, there will be nobody looking into myhouse. It's way out past the walking trails.

I won't call the real estate agent unless I see that the money I need to make it happen is coming down the pipe.  I figure $750k is going to buy the house, do what repairs they're not telling me it needs, add a pergola to the deck, and pay for me to live modestly for 5-10 years and if I get work, even longer.   A mill would probably support me until the cost of living ate it up.  I love this house. I see it. I see us in it. I feel the tie between me and her like she is my soul mate. Like we are already tied.  Maybe that's why I kept longing to live there, but really I've ALWAYS wanted to live in a float house.

I could move the house to another mooring somewhere else in the world but the location is delightful right in the inlet with the seabus terminal near in one direction, the dog park near in the other, lonsdale the same distance north, and the water will reflect 2x as much light into the french doors. 

Drawbacks of my little Flowtilla Sub Rosa are the electric heat, and I think the range must be propane, how does that get out to the house?  It's too tiny for most people.It's way the heck out, long walk.  Worst part is the bathroom window on the north looks at a steel wall 10" away. The south wall has a single window with stained glass in it, This side might stay unshaded, I need to see the docks and the views I've had of this are poor.  The view from the park across the way only shows the roof, which is level, thank god. There's one home that's tilting and I shudder to think how much that costs to fix. She was bobbing on waves that didn't bother the behemoths next door.  I love that. I'll feel the sea under me. My floor will never again be dead as stone. 

I was regretting losing that feelwhen I left the bus.

Oh, the marina has adequate parking I"m going to be able to secure a spot for the bus for a week or two to move out. 

It's MY house, it's MINE!  

I know, it's a pipe dream. I need to also purchase a lottery.  If I win that, I don't need Mom to quit right away and besides, while I dislike the woman, I don't really feel the hatred level of wanting her dead. I just want her to give me her life to give me life to make up for ruining mine, sort of like.  You know? But come on, she might have cut me out of the will when I went no contact.  I merely hope she feels enough shame yet for how she has been to me that she'll put me in herwill. And then, the universe will move in a timely manner and secure me that house. My house. It's waiting. 

A float house has no yardwork.  A float house is MY house and if i want to build a roof top deck, I can, or knock out a wall or add one or paint or strip paint or anything.  It's my house, not a rental, not a condo in a building.  A house. That happens to be moveable.  

I have ALWAYS wanted to live ON water. Next to it would do but on it?  OMG, yes please.

Ok, if there's anyone out there who reads this, run some prayers for me. Or wishes. Whatever.

Remember, not only have I never used this blog to beg for money, I don't even have things set up to allow anyone to reach out and donate.  

Just spend somewishes on me. 

If you're wealthy and want to support me as an artist, and you live in North Vancouver, just come find my bus. It's the one with the two kayaks and the yard chair on the roof, white with a plaid nose. Come see me.

You would get free art for life for the asking.