I envision homes of the future having to use other resources other than natural gas and coal. I see my home as being close to a waterfall, and using the water’s movement to generate power for the fridge, the microwave, small electronics, the TV, and the washing machine. I see my home having loads of candles and oil lamps, rather than lightbulbs. Skylights will be spread throughout. There will be a greenhouse on the property, a reasonably small one. That will be where the food comes from. I will fasten plastic tubing to the framework of the greenhouse which will have misting holes throughout. To water the plants, I will simply fill a barrel full of water, and use a hand pump to create a suction that will cause the water to push through the piping and water the plants. We will have an outhouse with a dumbwaiter to lift the poopoo tub, and then use the poo to fertilize. If that ends up being nasty, we will simply poo and that will be the end of it.
We will bathe in the waterfall, and wash our hands in the stream. We will eat various animal habitants of our land, especially fish and any livestock we raise. We will sell alpaca fur to pay the mortgage, the medical bills, property taxes, and you know, like the biplane I keep hidden away. Soon, a small village will form, with enlightened people, and a little one room schoolhouse. It will come about at about the time the Earths oil resources run out. There will be a few cars, but they will be run on hemp or corn oil, and only used by emergency personnel and the filthy rich. Soon, a city will come to be, and taxis honking and municipal codes will fill my mind with constant dread. But I wont care, because by then I will be an infamous urban legend, known only as “the crazy old hag who started it all”. I will be so close to death that nothing will matter to me at all, and my home will be so run down and full of newspapers and cats that theyll have to take me to the old folks home where I will pretend to be a witch, casting make believe curses on the skinny little CNAs. But my doctor will be a cute little old baldie with blue eyes who understands me, and we will look at our baby pictures together, reminiscing on the “olden days”, two insane peas in an insane little pod I used to call home sweet home. Then I will die. LOL! Ok so the last part might not be true, but its still funny.