cantdog
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scheherazade_79 said:I feel fucked off with everything today- especially people. Wherever I go for some solitude, suddenly the whole world turns up.
I want to move to some uninabited island, surrounded by treacherous and shark-infested waters. But even then it would probably only be a matter of time before someone invents an amphibious 4x4 and comes to disturb me there, too...
Does anyone else ever have enough of people from time to time?
Sorry to quote, but there's no other good way to refer to something. I get that feeling once in a while. I used to think I could handle a lighthouse keeper kind of job, even, but I know I'd miss 'em 'way too quick.
For such contingencies, I have a place. It's jointly owned between my daughter and me, these days, but it's been in my family since 1936. I first came there as a babe in arms, in a guide's model square-stern Old Town canoe with a five-and-a-half horsepower outboard on the transom. That boat dated from 1935, and I still have it, although the motor is gone.
It's two little cabins, each the size of a large room, each with a woodstove. We had to bring all the materials up there in that canoe, the length of the lake, and it was built with hand tools. That's because there's no road in to it, so there's no electricity. It's amazing how much you can isolate yourself if you are beyond the roads.
But we aren't roughing it. We have gas lights, gas stove, even a gas refrigerator. Couch, beds, and easy chairs were carried by canoe and rowboat to it. It's snug and comfortable and quirky and lovable. The facilities are two outhouses, back down the point a respectful distance, which we rotate to allow some composting to occur. That's all right except in the cold weather.
So I have isolation available. It's de luxe.
