One year ago today: October 1, 2020, car troubles.
Five years ago today: October 1, 2016, pursuing, not just looking.
Nine years ago today: October 1, 2012, Eight Silver Commandments.
Random years ago today: October 1, 2004, early Yesteryear planning.
Back home is great. I’m planning on maybe buying a new van already. I’ve got $4,000 tied up in this one, but I’ll get around half that if I sell it. A phone call says next scheduled band rehearsal in Monday and I will closely be watching who adapts to the faster pace of things. My point of view is they were expecting things to take months because, it turns out, Dom had not relayed to them the bulk of the negotiating that occurred before I decided to give this group a try.
The governor of New South Wales resigned. I don’t know the implications, but resigning is not good enough. Until informed otherwise, I’ll conclude somebody took a shot at the thug. It never seems to sink in to most people that all of the worse politicians in the world share a common lack and we are beginning to suspect it is in their DNA.
Meanwhile, not that vacant land is an option, it’s amazing how many listings avoid stating exactly that. Like it is some kind of immaterial secret. But once again, the crime listings come into focus and instead of the old red-yellow-green, which was misleading in itself, it is now light blue to dark blue. You check the listings on Zillow, which is easier to filter, then the crime rate on Trulia. I found several that look nice until you see that statistic. If it is three or more crimes in the past month, anything like shoplifting, theft of auto parts, or vandalism, just move on. Here’s a picture of a “tiny home” that caught my eye. Until I saw the $60,000 price tag.
The good news is I just made $30. A millennial came to the door with his laptop stuck on full screen. He insisted I take the money for pushing F11.
As usual, avoid anything on the market more than 60 days and stay away from flood plains. I see we are solidly in the era of the lazy as possible real estate agent. Most listings for land have no photos, no details, and a disclaimer that the agent knows nothing about the property. It looks to me like another tough struggle to get anywhere, but I did find this place didn’t I? My little cabin is, each passing year, looking like the last deal on the American market. A habitable, clean, two bedroom on a big lot in a white neighborhood with parking, two sheds, a dog run, space for a garden, and super neighbors. For less than $20,000.
I’ve gone over several plans to remodel the exterior of this place. The double back window worked out fantastic. Based on comparable offerings, if I was to make a few cosmetic changes, including new siding, chances are I could flip this place for $140,000. But that was the premise, that I never sell and always have a place to stay. Let me check what is the cheapest month I ever spent here. Easy when you have a budget.
It was April of 2020. This is a figure that excludes my gas and entertainment, that is, money I would not spend if I was holed up. It assumes I would use the library Internet, and property taxes of $45 per month. I could live here quite well for $435 per month. No doubt, despite my failed raised garden, within no time I would be growing my own vegetables. Hold on, let’s not say I failed as much as I was unable to tend it as I should. Next time, I put a canopy on it and look into automatic sprinkling.
And it is only fair I tell of the month that this household was most expensive to operate. It was September of 2019. For no evident reasons, expenses were $1,826. My home lifestyle is just not geared toward spending $60 per day. I’m just not that into health spas, tattoos, or very many sure-fire Internet scams.
The Minister’s treehouse.
(Just before it burned down.)
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My motivation today is zero. There’s not reason I could not have put in a full day. As for inflation, the breakfast specials are now ten bucks. Let’s check the feeds. Sure enough, Old Man Joe is now actively ducking questions. Here’s a classic demonstration of Liberal Communist double-speak to dodge direct questions. As for Australia, the rank & file don’t seem to realize each liberal figurehead is just a front for the organization. One quits as a dodge to stop corruption investigations and a worse one is ready to step into the vacuum. A Minnesota school has removed the “F” from its grading system as being too racist. The US Post Office is degrading delivery times.
It is overdue for a meeting with Trent as an excuse to go chasing women, but this weekend is already booked. Return Monday for the reasons, this blog rarely broadcasts future specifics. Tomorrow is slated to troubleshoot the van, I really don’t like how it has begun to behave. Now here’s a good one. Some cryptocurrency outfit, trusting millennial code, sent out $90 million bucks to users. Now it is begging for the money back, saying keep 10%, or get this—we have you on file and will turn you over to the IRS. That, millennials, is what you get for trusting code writers instead of real programmers.
Some ethnic named Gupta said the problem was explained away by a “one-letter bug”. That, folks, is a blatant attempt to trivialize the difference between a code and a programmer. Real programmers make sure they know enough about the process to check for reasonableness. Coders are screen design artists. That is why Teslas plow into stationary objects.
ADDENDUM
Let me explain a distinct possibility for most people. Right now you have friends, possibly lots of them. But what happens when you have a severe, say, heart attack? Those friends quickly divide into two groups and after that you are pretty much on your own. The groups are: those that can’t help you and those that won’t. Not only is it human nature, but most people are just not equipped to do much more than occasionally visit the unhealthy. Yes, I went through it. Several times. I tend toward strong individuality and have spent a lot of my life trying to be let along. I still would not wish that on many.
It was part of the long meeting recently on this piece of vacant land. Nobody in my immediate circle here has met the Reb. They judge relationships by what they see, not so much what they hear. Don’t blame them, the American legal and social system, while better than most, is still based on the fact that most people have nobody they can trust implicitly. Even the court system will play suspects off against each other. If purchased, the land will belong to me. What happens after that is secondary because ownership will not change unless I die.
