Trouble at the homestead

Maybe most of you won't relate to this, at least not specifically. But it's my blog, so read it or not:

Have you ever bought into what you thought was an ideal situation, only to see, as time passes, that it was not? You could say that about anything: Relationships, automobiles, mutual funds. And cabins in the woods.

I own five acres in the middle of Amish nowhere out in Adams County. Between a front-yard pasture and a backyard forest is a 700-square-foot cabin, where I go when I need to. The best thing about it is, no phones, not much TV, great silence, godly views of the surrounding hills and nights so starry, it's like you're in a planetarium.

Until now.

Now, the neighbor down the rutted road has decided he needs a streetlight. He put the damned thing up sometime last week. It's like shining a flashlight into a bat cave. The thing is up on a 100-foot pole. It lights up my yard and my cabin like July 4. Here's a question: Who in his right mind buys a place in the country so he can suburbanize it w/a street light? I can't wait for the pool and the tennis court.

Nothing good lasts forever. If I can't get the neighbor to see the light, so to speak, my next big purchase will be a pellet gun. Are you with me?

Live big. Under a big sky.