Six Months in A New Home: Updates and Observations

Updates, March 2026
We are turning the calendar from February to March. It feels like spring a few weeks early. And things are going alright for me. I have lived in my current home for six months now.

Most of my pain is gone. I have been in my current apartment for six months. Made friends with a significant number of staff members. I often avoid other residents because too many of them are in foul moods most of the time or are too sick to do much of anything with. I’m still following a regimented diet but it isn’t so bad. At least three hot meals a day every day is my new normal.

Physical Therapy is on temporary hold
Decided to take a break from physical therapy around Christmas. I was doing it twice a day five days a week and ended up in severe knee, back, and hand pain. For a couple weeks my hand hurt bad enough I couldn’t even use a fork or knife with my dominant hand. So, I had to give up on therapy, at least for the time being.

Neighborhood Drama
There was a dementia patient living across the hall from me for a few weeks. He yelled and screamed continually whenever he was awake. It was keeping me awake most nights. Finally, I filed a complaint with management. After several days of back and forth, the dementia patient was moved to a different facility. After a few stressful and hectic weeks, things are starting to return to normal in my neighborhood.

New Friends Among the Staff
I have three nurse’s aides I’m really close with. One works mostly weekends, is a couple years older than I am, and has a heart of gold. She’s really nice, likes to listen to my stories, and is very good at her job. She always moves swiftly and with a sense of purpose.

A second nurse’s aide usually worked the night shift so she and I would often talk win the middle of the night when all of her work was caught up and I couldn’t sleep. Haven’t seen her for a few weeks. Last I heard she was transferred to another wing in the facility. A third nurse’s aide usually works the afternoon shift and is really nice to me. She was the one who let me know I could actually get Door Dash delivered to my room here in the complex. She’s fluent in Spanish (I took some Spanish classes in high school) so I get to work on bringing my Spanish back up to snuff with her when she’s between assignments.

Like every home or workplace, there are a few people who rub me wrong. I try to avoid them as much as possible. Some arguments aren’t worth the while. But I get along with probably 90 percent of the staff.

New Glasses
Recently got glasses. Had laser eye surgery back in 2007. I went over 18 years without glasses. I use my new glasses mostly for reading. Made a huge difference. Got me interested in reading and writing again.

I’m Reading Books Again
Started reading the Old Testament again, namely the old King James Version. Picking that back up after several years without my nose in books very often.

Finding Permanence After Several Years of Chaos
After several years of my living arraignments being anything but permanent, I have finally found a for life home here in Oklahoma City. Had to live with my parents for almost two and a half years before I got into a wheelchair accessible home. It was a rough two and a half years.

I love my parents and have made my peace with the past, but their house was not handicap accessible. Even the front door and sidewalk wasn’t wide enough for my wheelchair. But I’m in a much better situation now. My parents still come to visit a couple times a month, for which I am thankful for. Got a visit from an aunt and a cousin from Nebraska I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic shortly before Thanksgiving. It was fun catching up with extended family.

Weight Loss Updates
I’m still losing weight. Not exactly sure how much I have lost but I know I lost at least 100 pounds between Labor Day and Christmas. My goal is to eventually get to my old high school weight. I definitely feel a difference both physically and mentally.

February 28, 2026

End of February 2026

Updates are in order. Winter will be officially over in three weeks. But it already feels like late spring here in Oklahoma City. It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote a journal entry.

I’m still losing weight. Most of my gut is gone as is most of the fat around my thighs and upper arms. I had to take the winter off from physical therapy because of pains, primarily in my knee and both hands, that took until New Year’s Day to heal. Decided I want to lose more weight before I try the rigors of physical therapy again. Sure, they had me doing therapy twice a day five days a week for almost two weeks. It was too much back in December. Maybe it won’t be so bad after a few more months of losing weight.

Most days I take blood pressure medication only once a day, usually in the mornings. I still get three hot meals a day. Most of the time the meals are pretty good. Usually get eggs and sausage with breakfast most mornings.

Still can’t walk because of the pain in my knees and ankles. But I can stand up straight for short periods of time.
Can easily roll and sit up in bed.

I usually sit on the side of my bed with my feet touching the floor at least once a day. Become flexible enough I can pick up most items sitting on the floor near my bed. I can easily reach my emergency call button without help. Most nights I’m asleep by 9pm and usually awake for the day by 4am.

Personal News

My view counts have been going up since December even though I haven’t published new work on a regular basis. Feels good to be getting decent reads after 12 years of dedicated work on this blog. I’m mulling over ideas for new short stories and essays about tech advances. Thinking about doing some more book reviews too.

My mom and dad recently bought a Tesla with autopilot ability. My parents are elderly and bought it mainly for the autopilot. Makes navigating the Oklahoma City area a lot easier for them. My brother bought a Tesla aa year and a half ago.

February 9 2026

The last several weeks since Christmas have been quite peaceful. I’m adapted to my new surroundings. I’m continuing to lose weight. Most days I need blood pressure meds only once a day. I’m flexible enough now I can easily set on the side of the bed every day.

I started playing some old computer games I had given a rest for a few years. Been playing a lot of Railroad Tycoon. It’s an old game but still really fun. I guess the true classics just don’t go away. Been playing a lot of Empire Total War. Currently in the process of turning 18th century Poland into a colonial superpower. I do enjoy alternate history as a genre and I can actually model it in some computer games. Some people crochet, some people build model planes, some collect baseball cards. I guess I build model businesses and nations.

A few days ago was my three year anniversary of moving to Oklahoma. Been living in the downtown since August 2025. Living in a growing city for at least a few years was always on my bucket list. I usually watch Oklahoma City Thunder games a couple times a week. I started following the Thunder shortly after moving to Oklahoma. Baseball preseason training starts February 10 with pitchers and catchers reporting. The Rockies have been awful for a while. But with new management and new coaches, nowhere to go but up.

I’m in my mid 40s as are many of my friends. A few of my friends have been going through mid life crisis the last few years. I guess I had most of my crisis early. Right now I am as content and at peace as I have ever been. I get three hot meals every day. I get easy access to doctors and nurses. I recently got a pair of glasses. I had laser eye surgery back in 2007. Gave me almost 19 years without glasses.

I have lost enough weight now I can do almost everything now except walk on my own. I can stand up for short periods of time. Been able to since Thanksgiving. Still not confident enough to try to pivot or walk across a room. It should be able to come someday. This time four years ago I wasn’t sure I would even survive to see age 45.

Part II: Post-Scarcity Economics, UBI, and the Death of the Nuclear Household

Part II: Post-Scarcity Economics, UBI, and the Death of the Nuclear Household

Framing Note: This Is Not a Utopia

This section should not be read as a promise, a forecast, or a policy brief. It is a diagnosis.

Post-scarcity is not a paradise waiting to be unlocked; it is a structural condition already partially here, unevenly distributed, politically denied, and culturally misrecognized. Universal Basic Income is not salvation; it is a pressure valve. And the nuclear household is not being โ€œdestroyedโ€ by ideologyโ€”it is dissolving because the economic role it once served is no longer central to the system that replaced it.

This chapter argues one core claim: when scarcity stops being the primary organizing principle of economic life, the family form built to manage scarcity cannot remain dominant. Everything else follows from that.


Scarcity as Moral Architecture

Scarcity has never been merely economic. It has functioned as moral architecture.

The belief that there is โ€œnot enoughโ€ has justified hierarchy, discipline, gender roles, and deferred life. Long hours were virtuous because survival demanded them. Marriage was stabilizing because poverty punished solitude. Parenthood was destiny because labor required replacement.

Industrial capitalism formalized these assumptions. It transformed scarcity from a natural condition into a managed oneโ€”measured, allocated, and weaponized. Wages became the gatekeeper of dignity. Employment became proof of worth. Dependency became shameful.

The nuclear household emerged as the smallest viable unit capable of absorbing these pressures.


The Nuclear Household Was an Economic Machine

The twentieth-century nuclear household was not timeless or natural. It was engineered.

It solved multiple problems at once:

  • It privatized care work.
  • It stabilized labor through dependents.
  • It normalized debt through mortgages.
  • It created predictable consumption patterns.
  • It reduced the stateโ€™s obligation to provide care.

This model required constant reinforcement. Tax codes rewarded marriage. Zoning laws outlawed alternatives. Media narratives framed deviation as failure. Even โ€œloveโ€ was conscripted into economic service.

The household was not just where life happenedโ€”it was where risk was stored.


Post-Scarcity Is Partial, Uneven, and Real

Post-scarcity does not mean that everything is abundant. It means the relationship between labor and survival has fractured.

Large portions of the economy already operate with near-zero marginal costs: information, entertainment, software, digital sociality. Automation and AI continue to increase output without increasing employment. Productivity rises; wages stagnate.

The result is not abundance for all, but incoherence:

  • People are told to work harder in systems that need them less.
  • They are told to form families in economies that punish dependency.
  • They are told to consume endlessly in cultures of disposability.

This is not a cultural crisis. It is an accounting problem.


UBI as an Admission of Failure

Universal Basic Income is not radical. It is conservative.

It exists because the labor market no longer performs its historical function: distributing purchasing power in proportion to productivity. When automation breaks that link, the system must either redesign ownershipโ€”or subsidize survival.

UBI chooses the second option.

Its true significance is not the amount distributed, but the principle it establishes: survival is no longer conditional on employment.

Once that condition breaks, everything downstream changes.


The End of Economic Hostage-Taking

The nuclear household functioned as a form of economic hostage-taking.

People stayed in bad jobs because others depended on them. They stayed in bad marriages because leaving meant poverty. They postponed exit because there was no floor beneath them.

UBI weakens this mechanism.

It does not make people idle. It makes them selective. Work must compete with autonomy. Relationships must justify themselves beyond survival.

This is why UBI is perceived as a threatโ€”not because it eliminates work, but because it eliminates coercion.


Gender, Care, and the Collapse of Invisible Labor

The old household model externalized vast amounts of unpaid labor, disproportionately onto women. This arrangement depended on economic dependency to function.

Post-scarcity conditions expose this as inefficient and unjust.

When income is partially de-linked from marriage and employment:

  • Care becomes negotiable.
  • Exit becomes possible.
  • Dependency loses its moral stigma.

UBI does not solve patriarchy, but it removes one of its most reliable enforcement tools.


The Unbundling of the Life Script

Industrial society imposed a linear life narrative: education โ†’ work โ†’ marriage โ†’ children โ†’ retirement.

This script assumed uninterrupted employment as the backbone of identity.

UBI and post-scarcity economics disrupt that sequence:

  • Education becomes continuous.
  • Caregiving becomes episodic.
  • Work becomes intermittent.
  • Retirement becomes a gradient, not a cliff.

The nuclear household made sense only within a linear script. As the script fragments, so does the form.


Consumption Without Meaning

The nuclear household was also a consumption engine.

Success was measured by ownership: home, car, appliances, square footage. These markers compensated for lost autonomy by offering status.

In a post-scarcity media environmentโ€”where meaning, identity, and stimulation are increasingly digitalโ€”material accumulation loses symbolic power.

UBI stabilizes consumption rather than inflating it. Debt becomes less necessary. Aspiration becomes less legible.

Without consumption as a moral performance, the household loses another justification.


Reactionary Panic and the Politics of Nostalgia

The decline of the nuclear household produces moral panic precisely because it removes a familiar script.

Reactionary politics reframes economic disintegration as cultural decay. โ€œFamily valuesโ€ become a proxy for wage stability, predictable futures, and controllable lives.

This panic misunderstands causality.

The household is not collapsing because people changed their values.

Values changed because the economic structure that enforced them stopped working.


After the Household: Networks, Not Units

What follows the nuclear household is not chaos, but recombination.

Households become:

  • Temporary
  • Cooperative
  • Non-romantic
  • Multi-generational
  • Digitally coordinated

Stability shifts from isolated units to overlapping networks. Care circulates. Living arrangements adapt.

UBI does not create these formsโ€”it makes them survivable.


Closing Claim: This Is About Choice, Not Abundance

The quiet revolution underway is not abundance, automation, or even income redistribution.

It is the erosion of compulsory life structures.

The nuclear household was a rational response to scarcity. As scarcity loses its organizing power, that response becomes optional.

What replaces it will be uneven, imperfect, and contested. But it will be chosen more often than it is imposed.

Thatโ€”not utopiaโ€”is the real break from the past.

Communal Living In The Digital Age, 2026 to 2045

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January 3, 2026

Good news! I can stand up on my own again. Started doing this yesterday. I’m so excited. Now I have to stand up every day to keep the progress going. It’s a good feeling to be standing up on my own again. I’m starting to experience boredom now that I can stand up and see the possibility of being able to walk again. It’s a good day.

January 2, 2026

Overall I’m doing alright. I lost 10 pounds over December. Not bad considering it was the holidays. Watched football on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I can stand up some now. Still not brave enough to try to walk without a walker. I can scoot my rolling recliner around without much pain. I’m not to where I want to be yet. But it is slowly coming back.

Been having bad pains until I started taking Tylenol a couple times a day. Most of my pain is gone now, even in my knees. I still feel kind of wobbly when I try to stand up on my own. But I should get it back if I keep losing weight.

Making New Friends In My 40s

I’ve been in my current home for a little over three months. In addition to losing over 50 pounds, I’ve made four new friends. None of them are actual patients, but nurses’ aides. And they work different enough shifts I almost always have someone other than family here in Oklahoma to talk with.

Because my mobility has been limited since September 2024, I had few opportunities to socialize with people. That has changed since I moved to the nursing home in downtown OKC.

It’s good to have a few more friends locally, About the only real friend I had in OKC until recently was my home care nurse. I guess I am making a new social network thanks to my disabilities.

Updates On A Life of Mental Illness, December 2, 2025

Been in this nursing home for over three months. They still won’t get me standing and walking even though I’ve lost over 50 pounds. I’m bed bound most days in spite my blood pressure and pain issues being solved. They do use a lift to put me in a recliner a few days per week.

I’ve noticed a lot of people, especially nurses, pulling double shifts lately. Usually that is a sign of financial issues, staffing issues, or low morale. Naturally no one listens to me when I point this out.

My parents don’t seem concerned at all about the home not getting me up and walking. Personally, I think they are too trusting. Both are in their late 70s and in poor health.

I have been here three months and lost fifty pounds. I can honestly say that, between not having to deal with nosy parents every day and having someone help me clean up after bowel movements, my life has improved very much. My blood pressure is low enough that they are talking about discontinuing a couple of my blood pressure meds.

I have one nurse who gives me all of my blood pressure meds every morning she is working. And then I spend much of the day lightheaded and sleepy.

I’m angry my home hasn’t even tried to get me to even stand up in the three months I have been here. I’m never going to get better if this continues. My parents think it’s no big deal and it’s nothing they can do anything about.

During the pandemic I was having health issues that was contributing to my having a dirty apartment. It was bad enough I was threatened with eviction until we hired a cleaning lady. Since then, I have resolved most issues other than mobility. That’s the last thing in my way.

Even when I get healthy enough to leave the nursing home, I’m not sure where I will go. Most low income housing is crime infested and ghetto. With my social security wages, I can’t afford even the utilities on my mom’s house. She lives in a nice, near crime free neighborhood with lots of young families and middle class retirees. I can’t afford a place like that. My brother still has two kids at home. Probably doesn’t have room for me. Maybe I could go back to Nebraska and live with one of my aunts. But both are elderly and live far away from even basic medical services. Farm living at my age and disability doesn’t appeal to me.

I’m not even sure social security disability will even be a thing in eight to ten years. The federal government already has a debt of almost 40 trillion dollars. Programs are being cut. But any politician who suggests tax increases is committing political suicide. My country is essentially bankrupt. But shit like that happens when your government runs deficits most years for more than 50 years. We painted ourselves into a corner. In short, it’s one massive and soggy shit sandwich and every American under the age of 60 is going to be eating it some every day for generations. It’s one of the reasons I don’t trust authority figures.

Even though I’ve had mostly setbacks for the last ten years, I refuse to give up. I flat out refuse to let my bullies and abusers get the best of me. I do find some satisfaction in seeing I outlived school bullies or abusive bosses and teachers. Sure, it’s petty. So are most American problems. 80 years of prosperity since the end of World War 2 has made us physically and intellectually lazy and immoral as a people. I fear that the troubles we have gone through the last several years are just Karma catching up to my nation. The thought fills me with dread. But Justice is eventually served, even if it takes generations to fully bloom.

Thanksgiving 2025

Been in my new home for almost three months now. Updates are in order. For starters, I have lost over 50 pounds since Labor Day. My blood pressure is stable enough that I need pills only once a day. I sleep mostly in the afternoons as it’s quieter in the overnight. I’m on good terms with most of the staff.

I’m probably going to start physical therapy to get to walking again in December. I’m kind of upset that they haven’t started me sooner. My pain is manageable with one dose of Tylenol per day. Most of my swelling is gone. The pain in my ankles and feet is gone.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I’m guessing the home will serve traditional Thanksgiving dinner. My brother is hosting Thanksgiving at his house this year. My mobility is still limited enough that I won’t be attending. I plan on being there next year.

I’m proud of the fact that I lost over 50 pounds in less than three months. At the rate I am going I probably will be able to walk again and even get in a car this time next year. Now that I know what I am capable of, my long-term goals are to get back to my old college weight. It will take a couple more years. It can be done.

I do miss home cooking like bratwursts and cheese soup. I miss Pizza Hut pizza too. I don’t miss being stuck in my own filth. For about a year between October 2024 and August 2025 I couldn’t walk well enough to get to the bathroom in my mom’s house. I’m going to be upset if all I had to do to regain my mobility was manage the swelling, manage the blood pressure, and lose a bunch of weight. All three I have done in the last three months.

And I have pretty much done it all on my own. My home wouldn’t even use the lift to get me out of the hospital bed the first six weeks I was here. My nurses never listened when I complained about pain. No one would let me do therapy. Of course, can’t do therapy if you are in pain all the time and the nurses won’t give me anything for pain no matter what. The call button is on a cord that is too short for me to reach from bed on my own, at least until I lost enough weight to get flexible again. About the only dam thing this new home has done for me is allowed me to have controlled portions and help me clean bowel movements. I got none of that at home. Mom and Dad are too sick and elderly to help me in that regard.

In short, it looks like all I had to do was get my swelling down, manage my pain, and lose a bunch of weight. I’m now kicking myself thinking I could have done all of this back home had the house been even a small bit handicap accessible.

The home didn’t believe I could recover. Neither did my parents. For a short while I had my own doubts. But I can accomplish almost anything if I have the right tools and enough time. I didn’t have the right tools at my parents’ house. Now I do.