I'm not moved by this move

I'm moving my life along with me. It's insane. I have so much stuff! Last year I had to make twice the 225 km journey, first with a 22 feeter and second with a 16 feeter to move my whole house with me. I am not an escargot I am more like an ex-cargo*. I am doing my boxes once again. It's like "what the fuck am I doing!!!" I guess this time around I'm gonna hire a 10-wheeler truck in case I decide to dump the whole damned stuff in the first landfill I see. "Just back up and throw it out all. Just get rid of the whole thing. I wanna be lite like a butterfly not like an oil tanker". See, I'm not used to move. I lived 12 years in the same place and some 4 years in the other place before. From that place to the next it took me just about 2 months to move! I left that apartment to my ex-girlfriend who was in Europe at the time. So once in a while I was carrying a couple of boxes back to the new place. That is to say it took me just about the whole summer to move out... So last year when I really had to get my things together to make the BIG move, I wasn't ready at all. I had no idea how much planning had to be put into such an enormous move. It was a catastrophy. I sworn I would never move again! Well it is not ethical but nonetheless here I am moving again and finding myself totally unable to make choice about what I keep and what I don't. Mind you, last year I ended up throwing quite a bit of stuff. So much so that I heard someone threw the whole thing on fire in the back lane...
I need something like a barn or an abandoned gas station with 2 garage doors to put all this stuff. I certainly can't live in a tiny littly shack like this couple I met yesterday which is living in so small quarters in the forest it would make most city dwellers freaked out. They live in this sort of commune called "Mandala" just in-between La Patrie and Notre Dame des Bois, just along Mt Megantic. Well it is not as smooth as it might have once been. They just come out of the court to settle a big fight and the judge had this Salomon decision dividing the land in lot according to the current tenants/owners. Anyhow it seems like a real mess and they cope with it by just taking care of their beautiful flowers garden. She is from Arkansas and he is from the Ottawa area. It is inspiring seeing them living on their 10 acre lot. I asked her: "Have you got any Idea how many people there are in Shanghai living on the equivalent of your 10 acre piece of land!" "Too many", she answered... I'm gonna go have a shower. I guess it's hot enough, even around here.
* As someone I know would say: "Your puns are so stupid" Well be my guest, 'cause I am just having fun.

All things must come to an end, but what the heck!

^{Some place I would not mind staying at... close the NH border, in Chartierville, Quebec}
I will have to move out of this place soon, since I obviously won't be able to come up with the cash to buy the damned thing. Well, might as well be that way, for to make it totally livable it would cost another 30 k or more... So I have to find another place and it is not an easy task. I have 9 cats. "Get rid of the cats!", I am told by a so good and well-intentioned bunch of people. This is the last thing I am going to do. Although the cats have not live in the house with me because I would not want to clean up behind them all the time, they've enjoyed nice and warm quarters. I thus have to find a place where my cats and I are welcome... Today with a friend we went house-hunting. I currently live in a huge house of 7 bedrooms, etc. and I would not mind moving in a hen house. I ain't no picky guy. As long as I have a roof, a place I can insolate for the winter, a woodstove, I don't even care about electricity, telephone or the internet for a while, though I've been plugged-in to the internet 18 hours a day for the last 7 years, I don't mind at all losing it. In fact I would welcome the opportunity not being plugged-in. There are so many things I ought to read and write. I would not mind something minimal with a little job on the side where I could go by foot or by bike...

^{A nice inhabited little square house on the way to Sawyerville, in an area known for the number of artists living there.}

In my garden

^{The art garden, on the first morning of a late spring}
One of the activities in my garden deals with a series of spontaneous artworks, inspired by conceptual art. The bed structure is titled "Bedrock with broom #1" and the red frame can by titled "Chosen Landscape". In the background, there is the vase which receives the divine goodies such as dew and rain. The baby bed has no title yet. The stairs are either the stairs to nowhere or the Beyond. You choose. As suggested by a neighbour, it lacks mannequins. Well, one has to say there is not that many of those around here. Later on, other "artworks" will be added, in order to deviate a bit from the wild wood I'm in. Conceptual art has not been considered much in art circles and one could relate it to some extent to Arte Povera. In my case it is quite obvious!

^{The art garden, the first real nice evening of a late spring.
To see more of it, click this}