Apology

19 March 2009 · 2 comments

Hello, my friends. How are you? I know that it’s been a while since I’ve been here for you. I know that you’ve probably given up on me, and I don’t blame you. Deep in my heart, I have not abandoned foldedspace; I’m only on hiatus. Again.

Still, I can foresee a time when I return. A time Real Soon.

If it’s any consolation, my entire life has been on hold for six weeks. I’m not joking, either. My entire life has been Get Rich Slowly. This may seem absurd, but I do think that ultimately the sacrifice will have been worth it.

In any event, I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately.

Just today, for example, I was reading the Countryside magazine. My first issue arrived in the mailbox today, and I spent two hours soaking in the tub, devouring the reader-submitted stories of modern homesteading. I read about people raising rabbits and chickens and goats. I read about people growing carrots and pears and zucchini. I read about people with no electricity, no plumbing, no cars. I read stories from radical Republicans and from die-hard Democrats. I loved every minute of it. And every minute of it reminded me of you.

You amy not know it, but I talk about you all of the time. I realize that only a few of you read Get Rich Slowly, but rest assured that your stories color the site and inform every article. More than that, when I speak with reporters, I often cite your actions as examples:

  • “Well, my friends Craig and Lisa have an enormous food-producing garden on a standard city lot. They even grow hops!”
  • “My friends Ron and Steve have goats. They love their goats.”
  • “Believe it or not, many of my friends have chickens. Mary and Steve, Mac and Pam, Jeremy and Jennifer.” [Note: I know the latter have “volunteer” chickens, but whatever.]
  • “My friends Rhonda and Mike tore out their front lawn and put in a vegetable garden.”
  • “Kristin and Roger have tons of grapes! Paul and Amy Jo just planted eight apple trees.” [Or was it six?]
  • “My sister-in-law prides herself in frugal fashion. She dresses well, but buys her clothes at thrift stores.”

Countryside magazine makes me long to live, well, in the country. The first page contains real estate ads. “20+ acres in West Virginia, 3BR 2BA. $50,000.” $50,000? Sign me up! (“But then you’d have to live in West Virginia,” says Kris.)

Anyhow — my life for the past three years has been like a runaway train. It picked up speed gradually at first, but before I realized it, it was careening out of control. Now, however, I’ve put the brakes on, and things seem to be slowing. Hell, I even got to go see a movie with Andrew and Dave recently. Can you believe it? Neither can I.

So, I’ve missed you, dear friends. But I look forward to making your acquaintance once again…

1 Tiffany March 20, 2009 at 12:35

I can’t wait for you to be back, I miss your stories.

2 Dave March 23, 2009 at 03:34

North Dakota – bad. West Virginia – bad. Please keep me posted.

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