Do I not like sales, or do I not like capitalism? We recently got pretty far in the process of getting solar panels on our roof but chickened out. Being a few weeks from the unknown yet monumental shift of having your first child is perhaps not the time to have your roof hastily redone while adding on a cool $350 / month payment. (some of that is offset by electrical costs of sure, but it’s a business, and interest rates are high.)

The way the sales rep who’s been working with us took the news, it’s like it’s the end of the world. He is just scrambling to make this happen, pulling out the stops, making deals, talking to supervisors, he’s doing his job. The thing is, I hate his job, and the harder he works at it, the less I like him and the less I’m willing to change my mind. We’ve never been friends, we’ve been friendly, because we’re both trying to make money off of eachother, but man, I don’t like it one bit. 


This whole homestead project feels like a race against time. I’m working and learning and building and saving as fast as I can so that this place can be self-sufficient before people like my solar salesman start realizing they really oughta learn to garden and own firearms instead of just buying solar panels to reduce their electricity bill. Electricity’s nice, but you can’t eat it.