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||This is the eighth entry in eight days for me. My sidebar list of "the last seven entries" reflects the past week. (This despite my accidentally not changing the date on yesterday's entry. That's been fixed now.)
The last time I did eight in a row was August of 1999. I did fifteen in a row that time, actually. The current record is fifty-five entries in a row. I think we can beat that if we try.
Readership is up, or at least the hitcount is. I attribute that to posting more regularly and adding the weblog. The weblog has already received more total hits for the month than "current.html" has, though a good number go in and read the current entry from the main journal page for the site, so the statistics don't reflect the total picture just yet. Still, the weblog is popular.
I got close to three thousand hits yesterday. I assume a few people followed links from Blogger to the weblog, then from the weblog to the Journal and backtracked through a hundred entries or so. That, plus weekly readers stunned to discover I actually did seven entries last week ballooned my hits from yesterday. I won't discount the possibility that a Web spider checked all the pages on the site, but that's not as likely as it looks. Needless to say, three thousand's a ton more than usual. I don't expect to equal it again for many moons, but it's a nice contact high in the meantime.
I'm thinking in the long term, I've discovered. Which is interesting to me. I mean, it's one thing to ponder what you're going to do when you grow up. It's another to be developing a multiple-year plan. I'm not well suited to the latter -- in part because I've never really been someplace I felt was "forever," before. Roots and I didn't mix.
Now, I am.
So, I'm thinking of a house, when the car is fully paid off. Perhaps down in Dover, which is a pretty town with lots to do right nearby, good access to Maine and good access to Portsmouth and I-95, but within 40-45 minutes of the Academy, so I could easily commute to the office as needed. There are houses which, using the loan calculators online, I could easily afford (including insurance and taxes) on a mortgage.
If I buy a house (for the long term) in three years, I'll be thirty-five. If it turns out to be the house I live in for the rest of my life, it will be completely paid off when I'm sixty-five and retiring. That appeals greatly to me. If I make it the right kind, it could even permit me to, oh, meet someone, fall in love, marry them and raise a family, all within this timetable. Or be a twisted freakish bachelor man, shaking my fist at passersby. Either one works.
Or I could get a duplex or multiple-dwelling house, segmented into apartment-style things, and have Mason and Van move in too. Their rent would help cover the mortage, and we'd each have our own nice apartments (if they weren't nice, I wouldn't buy it), and I could much more easily afford other things too. (Hey, if it's a $700 a month mortgage, and I charge two guys $200 of rent, that's $300 a month. Call it $400 to cover increased property taxes and renter's insurance or the like. That could be cool.) That would be far more likely to be an "investment" house, on a 15 year mortgage, looking to sell and move into a better house of my own in time.
It's interesting, thinking about houses and living someplace for the rest of my life. It honestly is. It's like accepting that I'm grown up and looking to have a good life in the long term. It's accepting a good life in the long term. It's like making a committment, or planning one at least.
It's fun to consider. A fast websearch showed me a good six appropriate houses, all nice looking. So there's a not-bad chance that there'll be good Dover houses in three years too. And that's darn cool.
And... if I'm thinking in terms of fifteen or thirty years in the future, I guess I'm not planning on dying any time soon. I guess I assume that I'm going to beat this heart problem and live.
And that's a good feeling.
Three days to the stress test. I'm walking more, trying to eliminate my crap body from being the point of trouble, in lieu of my crap heart. We want to see what my crap heart can take, after all.