October 27, 2021

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 27, 2020,the “hidden vote”, indeed.
Five years ago today: October 27, 2016, even squirrels hate milo.
Nine years ago today: October 27, 2012, on dating club algorithms.
Random years ago today: October 27, 2015, I prefer road maps.

           Strange how when reading a real estate ad these days, you have to ask if the building is habitable, how the land is zoned, and the type of service. I know one can look it up, but then what do you need an agent for? Sounds like what happened to music, where the agent wants you to do everything for him and still expects a percentage. We don’t know a thing more since last day and e-mailing them just puts you on their junkmail server. It happened, I need a day of downtime, but hey, I lasted almost two weeks of fairly good labor, the one component around here hardest to find.

           It was day old chicken & gravy for the doggies and I got the hillbilly to haul a lot of trash out to the curb. The yard is looking okay and there is room to move around the back yard again. Nothing is moved to the new shed yet but anytime soon. I took it easy and downloaded around eight songs I’ve been playing for a few weeks that I’ve never heard of before. “Love Bug”? “Ramblin’ Fever”? I must have slept through those years.

           This is Cash, the top dog. And only the second time I have seen these critters chew pieces of wood for recreation. Cash loves to romp after a meal, the exact time I need a breather. Shown here, he is ready to play catch. Except as often as he returns the stick, he will chew it to pieces. Amazing energy for a pet but then he does rest up 18 hours on most days.
           Sad news for our wee possum pal. He survived the trap but the dogs eventually got him sometime this morning. We buried it by the property line. The dogs are so well-fed, they left it. I persisted with the property until I go a live person, and she agrees the industry has gone impersonal. She’s not seen the property, but has talked to the owner. It’s the old story, he bought the place to fix it up and ran out of money. We have a phone conference scheduled for the AM. I predict I will lo-ball this one, that is, make a ridiculously low offer and watch. Who’s with me on this? Good, the rest of you can die broke, there is no such thing as an honest business in America any more. Even Goodwill is not a charity.

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bsp;            I scored six large pallets with 56 pieces of salvageable siding slats. Recalling how Agt. M’s neighbor simply cut the pieces to length and put siding on his shed, I’ll follow the pattern. It looks hokie, but we are talking zero dollar outlay and that is the ticket. Makes me glad I have two chop-saws. I’ve considered biscuit joining longer pieces for the side of the shed that shows, but I’ll have to think that one through. The resulting boards would have to be sawn to a consistent width. Here’s the wee possum before the funeral. My yard is rat-free, if I did not say, as the indigo snake, now six feet long, was a female. The cycle of life.

           Speaking of rats, the Biden admin is destroying everything and now they are going after capital gains. TMOR the way the American system works is if you buy a house for $200,000 and a year later it is worth $300,000, that’s a capital gain of $100,000 on paper even though you did not sell the house and realize the cash. Depending on your tax bracket, you could be hit with up to $39,000 in taxes. This works only in favor of the super-rich, who would have that kind of cash floating around. Nearly 70% of the American peasanthood, formerly known as the middle class, live paycheck to paycheck. The average American cannot come up with $400 cash in an emergency. It is as pathetic as it sounds.

           This is why I’m re-opening my spreadsheets on the Arcadia file, the one where we discovered what a racket these courthouse “auction” sales are. If there is another round of these, I’m ready to institute my scheme to get a beauty of a house for say, $40,000. I reported my suspicions back a while that some single entity was buying up all rentable real estate. It seems I was right but I did not know the name of the single corporation involved would become a household term. The point is, I unwittingly learned how use their own tactics against them. They must create another situation that lets them repossess expensive houses for low “reserve bid” auction price tags.
           I won’t re-describe the process, but the idea is to go to the auction with a down payment that you expect isn’t enough. They expect you to bid on the house you want. Instead, bid up the price on all the houses for the entire auction, preventing them from snapping up even the units nobody wants. The idea is to either force them to pay huge prices or let you have one of the houses to take your money off the market. Brilliant.

ADDENDUM
           Here’s an unusual item. This piano schematic is partially the reason I claim to be proficient on the bass. It is a D7+5 chord. It is also a Gm7+5-. Confusing? Yes, but also a theoretical advantage. I know the individual notes that make up these chords and this is how I visualize them when playing bass runs. Initially, I played mainly the single note that added variation to the sound, that is, the note that makes a 7th into a 7th. Got it? It was not long before I discovered the others could be used as passing notes in my self-developed “four octave” descents on the three octave fretboard.