Whacking at the week

We are wobbly and weird, but out we go, and are fortunate enough to run into a friend who regularly cheers us. On my errands round, I see that more nice older homes have been demolished and turned into crackerbox "townhomes" down on the southwest slope of our hill. This scourge is creeping up the hill, and reminds me of the Ohio farmers selling their good land at prices they couldn't afford to pass up, or perhaps refuse; now all that rich farmland is covered in housing developments and malls. Around here, any breathing space there is between houses will be gone, crammed full of crappy multi -unit projects. Why, we ourselves could fit three or four of these ugly things on our property. Not a pleasant thought.
This will be clear as a huge mistake some day, but for now, the profit is too tempting for people.
Evening walk, let's get out of here.