Pictures gone

I thought about it in the night (my conscience keeps me awake), and I concluded I posted the pictures of my neighbor's house and shed for the wrong reasons, and I shouldn't have done it. He does not deserve to have the shame of his home viewed by the world. Some of my reasons were along the lines of "see the train wreck," and that just isn't right. So, I have to censor myself. While I dislike censorship, I believe one should censor one's self when necessary.

I'll be killing the posts, if I can figure out how, and I think it is pretty easy to do.

We do have government agencies and charities who can help my neighbor to an extent. He got some food at the local food bank, and he has applied for food stamps. We have homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and government housing (The Projects), but they are downtown (about ten miles away). I asked my neighbor why he didn't go downtown where there are more services. He says he doesn't like people.

Two things my neighbor seems unwilling to do, and both are necessary if he is to ever have anything like a normal life. He refuses to stop drinking (only running out of money keeps him from drinking and smoking, but his friends bring him beer and cigarettes sometimes), and he refuses to work. I have never heard him indicate he is willing to work. He's pretty clear that he won't. Maybe he'd want to work if he stopped drinking, but at this time my neighbor prefers to move into a shed in the woods over giving up the beer and finding a job.

I keep hoping one of his sisters will take him in, but I can certainly understand why they wouldn't.

Sarah, you ask about my house. Are you asking for pictures of the inside? I'll try to get one now and again. Mostly my house isn't clean enough for me to want to take pictures most of the time. Now that K got her big-girl bed this morning, she won't nap, and I don't know when I can tidy the place up even a little. It's hard to type right now because she is pitching a fit instead of napping. I'm hoping she'll fall asleep on the floor somewhere and I can put her to bed. I have pictures a the flickr site of the outside of my house. I'll work on getting more up of the inside.

I don't know how land is measured in Australia, but I have almost an acre of land. Compared to what I grew up with, it is a huge yard. Four or five houses of the kind I grew up with could fit on this much land. Compared to what I dream of, it's a small yard. I'd love a lot of land. I'd like a lot of woods, some cleared land for gardening, a garage, a barn, a greenhouse, and a pond or a stream. I doubt I'll ever have all that, but you never know.