One year ago today: August 9, 2018, they’re still paying $150.
Five years ago today: August 9, 2014, Enigma. A cover story?
Nine years ago today: August 9, 2010, where’d he get the money?
Random years ago today: August 9, 2012, Payne’s Prairie.
Nothing happened today. Frankly, I would not mind if that came around more often. My mind’s eye told me retirement is supposed to be like that, but experience shows that retirement and boredom are usually the same thing. I imagined I’d have lots of activities, and I do if I ever have the time again. I took the dogs on long walks, way out in Mt. Juliet and to the boat launch. All places we’ve been before.
Or, as I said to the Reb, I’m too pooped to whoop and they’re too whooped to poop. She didn’t hit me.
We did something rare. We talked politics. This is the type of thing I conduct best while doing things like jigsaw puzzles. I just don’t know enough about politics, but I know enough about right and wrong to know that there are powerful forces out there that want to control what people think.
My view on taxes remains unchanged. Stealing is taking people’s money against their will. It is wrong for you to steal, and it is just as wrong to elect somebody to steal it for you.
Abandoned German hotel.
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I had a craving for catfish but we could not find any place in the area that served the real thing. In the end, we went out for sandwiches. In the style of Nashville, that cost us $35. It’s memorable because it became one of the few times the Reb and I ever talked about money. It’s faded from most memories, but when I bought the cabin, I had two piles of money. One was for a down payment, the other was to survive in the new place until things evened out. I had to pool both sources, spurred by the luck of buying a whole house for cash. So although I’ve said it was my down payment, it also included my reserve cash.
If anything had happened to me between June & September of 2016, I’d have been in real hot water. We know now that it worked out and once I sold the old place, not having to pay rent made sure things have steadily improved since the. I didn’t over-explain much because at the time I had no idea if I’d done the right thing. I had major buyer’s remorse but once more, I didn’t say anything much. If I recall, the most I said was that I had less than $200 left in the world.
My pals came to the rescue on that one. Buyer’s remorse is depressing, but Trent and JZ convinced me to cheer up. Other people, they said, when they bought a house, were happy to be a half-million in debt. That’s the time we went to the old club on Wiley and gave me the lecture. That I was nuts to be despondent. I owned property and still had a positive net worth. They were right, of course, but it was a rough patch.
