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I have heard nothing about the house. I did get my bills paid this month, late as usual. However, I will endeavor to get these things automated no matter where I end up living. With a local account and most of my income coming here, SSDI checks are still AWOL, I may more surely arrange automatic payments. I have not started looking for an apartment, but I would be looking at places that would most likely be gone by the time I went to seriously inquire, so I do not see the point. I have picked up a large number of boxes and mean to have them filled and probably out of the house by Monday, except for a small selection of clothing, toiletries, and such.
What to do, when to do it, how to go about it. The fundamental question everyone is faced with every day, at times. At least until they get themselves into such a rut, debt, or other corner that they have no choice. I know people who like it that way. I am not one of them. Still, a house, and payments, and being tied down. Perhaps even a wife, then children. These things do not fit my life up to this point. And, of course, perhaps I am going astray. Yet, it is the foundation of all I have ever wanted. I know I am not ready, though I know no one can ever be ready. I also know if I do not do it soon none of it will be done. So, I do what I can.
Oddly, my hostess here, suggests I get off my duff and get to church. The one thing, from reading "Resurrection", that was good and which I discussed with her, was visiting prisoners on death row. As I told her, my intentions are not to preach, nor do I believe in their innocents, or any bleeding heart stuff. I merely wish to be there, perhaps to give them an opportunity to choose, to speak with them and be of service in manners that are reasonable, and to be a friend as I may. It is not something I look forward toward. Rewards be damned, I see it is work and trouble. And yet I feel called to it. God sort of gave me a choice, hospitals or prisons. I begged out of hospitals, I have been in them too often and have too many bad memories there, one hospital being no different in sooth than the next. So, He offered prisons. And, should the inmates I visit wish it, I will even be there for their execution. But, as she intimated, if I really want to do this and find a wife, the Church is my best bet. She is right... bother!
A few beers this morning. Well, it is actually my afternoon. Perhaps even my evening. A few beers and I am now quite tired. I may take a nap and, should I get up at a reasonable hour, go find my friend, go shooting, go shopping for a bit of soda (Splenda diet of course), and just kick around a bit. Who knows. Two beers? Sad what a right proper lush falls too from a bit of engineering school and a change of ways.
Have a great day! Hmm, church on Sunday? Not quite yet. My available clothing is a bit rough and I need to go to confession first as well. I will be working on those things this weekend, lining up the times for confession and the Church schedule otherwise. Yes, do have a great week! Think of that, pushed to Church by an avowed atheist. God, indeed, works in mysterious ways. I AM ashamed, if I see no end to the humor of the thing as well.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
While the machine was down, reading was left to me.
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Therefore reading was what I did. I have number of books on my list, some of those in my possession in a manner so as to lay my hands upon the novels easily. I have read many of the classics, and wished to continue doing so. Of the books available, I picked "Heart of Darkness" as my first read. Not so much because it is what "Apocalypse Now" was based on if I liked the show before dots became connected and I understood the farce from whence the movie came. No, it was on my list as a lad and I had simply never arrived at the point in which it was read. Next was a continuation of my reading of Tolstoy in the form of "Resurrection". I have read the former and I am nearly finished with the latter.
To my mind, understandings, and sentiments, "The Heart of Darkness" ("A Heart of... "Heart of... whatever), was a fine read. I clearly understood both the narrator and the subject, in finality if not always particularly or specifically. The book is not always very clear, or I should say the narrator is not always clear, well actually they can both be quite vague. There are points missed, as well, due to the differences in language from English to American English, the time in which the novel was written, and other factors. Still, I think I came away with a rather clear understanding, sometimes quite in spite of what was written but because of a sense of how the written material was arranged so as to lead one past the vague and into the light of understanding.
I enjoyed the book, if far too short, immensely. The story is good, as per the telling. It is engaging if not simple, light, or kind in a fashion. What is portrayed are not the happiest realities of man, but often the darker images of mankind. From the subject character to the little corporate bureaucrats, to what happens when nothing happens. I found the author to have seen and responded to the real world in a real way using the device that is fiction. I would highly recommend this book to serious readers.
As to Tolstoy, having read two of his more famous novels, if in my youth, I am torn. I understand, much more fully now, why I was initially a socialist. My readings of "liberal" writers such as this must have fomented such drivel in my youth and while quite tender, naive, and impressionable. Should I have never read in as straightforward a manner history as I read these, I should be an academic today, with flighty foolish notions which mean nothing, cannot work, and are childish to the core. This book has been and will continue to be painful to read. Thankfully I became better educated before I acted upon any of the impulses of the socialist cast. I may be embarrassed purely for having been duped in my ignorance.
The book covers the whole of the atheist, socialist, and other sentimental notions which, today, seems to have infected politicians world wide. The notion of equality, the idea that the system must fail or be crushed in order that something better should arise, and many other such follies. However, even a simple reading of this anarchist's manual will reveal the horrid disconnect from reality, logic, and such. I honestly think Tolstoy believed in this drivel fully. Unfortunately, to my mind, he died before he got to be a victim of the machination he and his like minded "high minded" kindred unleashed on the world in such a murderous fashion. I wish he had lived to see what he wanted, the royalty, rich, bureaucratic, and powerful tumble to be replaced by far worse. And further, to watch the retched poor he said he so loved driven further into the dirt and trampled even more and by the very ones he worked with and trusted in order to bring about such a dismal reality that became the U.S.S.R.
However, in reading this stupid thing, I am able to slowly develop both my dislike in the thoughts in an ordered manner and to intellectualize my disdain for this thinking in bits and then on the whole, over the course of imbibing the poison pages. And so it is nearly done. Some of my thinking follows.
Today, his kindred, in large part, are heavily counted among the dissatisfied children of the rich, criminals, and academics (which I term, now, academic nobility). These are people who have, often, never worked honestly a day in their lives. Reading is a frivolity, and though I do it, I do not say it is anything but a frivolity. Even research is merely a pleasurable thing to those who do it. I would say my gaming is little different and about as effective in the end. Well, okay, I do allow a good deal of latitude in this manner for engineering, however, engineers actually produce results that must fit real world criteria.
I also see the same demand in his book by himself and his kindred as I see amongst those described above to intrude on everyone else and force by hook, crook, gun, or whatever else is at hand, their foolish notions. It amazes me to see these people are no different today, having survived the atrocities of a most recent history, most of them having thrived outside of such. But their collective push to overthrow what is good for what has never been but once that I have recollection (namely the U.S. Revolution) a greater good still baffles me. It is a form of insanity.
As to the rest of us. Sure, we are fools and foolish. Certainly our beliefs can and are questioned and doubted. However, we do not attempt to impose insane human thinking on the rest, merely, for the most part, to be left alone to our own devices by which we muddle along in life. I claim to see no better than the next man, and sometimes will advise that I can see far less. And yet, rather than turning to other men (who we all, "liberals" included, deride as fools) either singly or collectively, I turn to an objective proposition, which for me is God. What do they do, after clambering about the fools in power and the foolishness of power? Why, they want MORE!
Ugh. But what can be said for childish, idealistic, failures except that they have no choice and must demand what they are become the norm or they must face the fact of what and who they are. This brings anger at them, indignation toward their notions, but it finalizes in a deep and foreboding sadness. For as I am doomed forever, I have hope. They have nothing, and less I should think. Thus the need for power, insults, irrational behavior, chaos, nihilism, atheism (which really is agnosticism, since I get most atheists to finally admit that they can neither prove or disprove God so they simply do not know but reject anyway). Bah!
I will finish this book and then never read the fools work again.
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Therefore reading was what I did. I have number of books on my list, some of those in my possession in a manner so as to lay my hands upon the novels easily. I have read many of the classics, and wished to continue doing so. Of the books available, I picked "Heart of Darkness" as my first read. Not so much because it is what "Apocalypse Now" was based on if I liked the show before dots became connected and I understood the farce from whence the movie came. No, it was on my list as a lad and I had simply never arrived at the point in which it was read. Next was a continuation of my reading of Tolstoy in the form of "Resurrection". I have read the former and I am nearly finished with the latter.
To my mind, understandings, and sentiments, "The Heart of Darkness" ("A Heart of... "Heart of... whatever), was a fine read. I clearly understood both the narrator and the subject, in finality if not always particularly or specifically. The book is not always very clear, or I should say the narrator is not always clear, well actually they can both be quite vague. There are points missed, as well, due to the differences in language from English to American English, the time in which the novel was written, and other factors. Still, I think I came away with a rather clear understanding, sometimes quite in spite of what was written but because of a sense of how the written material was arranged so as to lead one past the vague and into the light of understanding.
I enjoyed the book, if far too short, immensely. The story is good, as per the telling. It is engaging if not simple, light, or kind in a fashion. What is portrayed are not the happiest realities of man, but often the darker images of mankind. From the subject character to the little corporate bureaucrats, to what happens when nothing happens. I found the author to have seen and responded to the real world in a real way using the device that is fiction. I would highly recommend this book to serious readers.
As to Tolstoy, having read two of his more famous novels, if in my youth, I am torn. I understand, much more fully now, why I was initially a socialist. My readings of "liberal" writers such as this must have fomented such drivel in my youth and while quite tender, naive, and impressionable. Should I have never read in as straightforward a manner history as I read these, I should be an academic today, with flighty foolish notions which mean nothing, cannot work, and are childish to the core. This book has been and will continue to be painful to read. Thankfully I became better educated before I acted upon any of the impulses of the socialist cast. I may be embarrassed purely for having been duped in my ignorance.
The book covers the whole of the atheist, socialist, and other sentimental notions which, today, seems to have infected politicians world wide. The notion of equality, the idea that the system must fail or be crushed in order that something better should arise, and many other such follies. However, even a simple reading of this anarchist's manual will reveal the horrid disconnect from reality, logic, and such. I honestly think Tolstoy believed in this drivel fully. Unfortunately, to my mind, he died before he got to be a victim of the machination he and his like minded "high minded" kindred unleashed on the world in such a murderous fashion. I wish he had lived to see what he wanted, the royalty, rich, bureaucratic, and powerful tumble to be replaced by far worse. And further, to watch the retched poor he said he so loved driven further into the dirt and trampled even more and by the very ones he worked with and trusted in order to bring about such a dismal reality that became the U.S.S.R.
However, in reading this stupid thing, I am able to slowly develop both my dislike in the thoughts in an ordered manner and to intellectualize my disdain for this thinking in bits and then on the whole, over the course of imbibing the poison pages. And so it is nearly done. Some of my thinking follows.
Today, his kindred, in large part, are heavily counted among the dissatisfied children of the rich, criminals, and academics (which I term, now, academic nobility). These are people who have, often, never worked honestly a day in their lives. Reading is a frivolity, and though I do it, I do not say it is anything but a frivolity. Even research is merely a pleasurable thing to those who do it. I would say my gaming is little different and about as effective in the end. Well, okay, I do allow a good deal of latitude in this manner for engineering, however, engineers actually produce results that must fit real world criteria.
I also see the same demand in his book by himself and his kindred as I see amongst those described above to intrude on everyone else and force by hook, crook, gun, or whatever else is at hand, their foolish notions. It amazes me to see these people are no different today, having survived the atrocities of a most recent history, most of them having thrived outside of such. But their collective push to overthrow what is good for what has never been but once that I have recollection (namely the U.S. Revolution) a greater good still baffles me. It is a form of insanity.
As to the rest of us. Sure, we are fools and foolish. Certainly our beliefs can and are questioned and doubted. However, we do not attempt to impose insane human thinking on the rest, merely, for the most part, to be left alone to our own devices by which we muddle along in life. I claim to see no better than the next man, and sometimes will advise that I can see far less. And yet, rather than turning to other men (who we all, "liberals" included, deride as fools) either singly or collectively, I turn to an objective proposition, which for me is God. What do they do, after clambering about the fools in power and the foolishness of power? Why, they want MORE!
Ugh. But what can be said for childish, idealistic, failures except that they have no choice and must demand what they are become the norm or they must face the fact of what and who they are. This brings anger at them, indignation toward their notions, but it finalizes in a deep and foreboding sadness. For as I am doomed forever, I have hope. They have nothing, and less I should think. Thus the need for power, insults, irrational behavior, chaos, nihilism, atheism (which really is agnosticism, since I get most atheists to finally admit that they can neither prove or disprove God so they simply do not know but reject anyway). Bah!
I will finish this book and then never read the fools work again.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Are we there yeti?
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More paperwork, twice. The V.A. Mortgage Center wanted not just the 6 months checks for rent, but the full 12 months. That is in the works. I called my bank in Iowa, the customer service rep sent the work order to another department to be filled and faxed to the V.A. service center in 1 to 3 business days. Then, since this has apparently taken too long, they wanted my most recent 30 day transaction sheet from my bank (now two banks). The one from Iowa was easy, as I have online access. The bank in Utah is proving difficult. First I received a print out of my last 31 days of transactions, which simply was not enough for them. So, I went and got my last two months records, reprints of what they send (and what I am not receiving). My broker noted that one is not for a full 30 or 31 days and the other did not print completely. I will do no more on that account, they either accept it or do not accept it. Then I needed another version of a letter I had mailed to them previously that they either lost or thought not useful. Plus... More stuff.
I have let my broker know that I am done with paperwork. Not even a signature will I go in, give, and have faxed. That is it. I am about to call the V.A. consultant and suggest the same. Further, if this is not in underwriting by next Wednesday, the deal is off. I do not care what the reason is. I do not care if a tornado knocks out the fax half way through, I do not care if a paperclip is missing, and I do not care if they need a signature, blank piece of paper, or bubble gum. I am done on this deal.
The structural engineer was in today and signed off on the house into all of the places he is now able to access. Another two inspections were also supposed to be completed today, of which I have heard nothing in spite of requesting they keep me informed and for whatever reason have not been informed. All work, supposedly, is actually done. If I do not have the news I need by Wednesday, I will find an apartment.
The owners here have had enough. They do appreciate that I attempt to stay out of their affairs, way, and all. But that is not enough. I am getting strong feedback that staying until the 1st is fine (it is not) and that they will keep their agreement (which they would, but not without continued and growing protest). Fair enough, I want out as much as they. So, I will begin my search for a place over this weekend.
Why have you not heard from me? Why indeed. My computer, or other computer, broke down. It has been in the shop the last few days. On the good side, it runs like tops now, the software issues have been fixed, and all is good. It set me back $169, but that includes a new virus protection system, working hardware (it was a power supply issue), and an updated and slightly tweaked operating system. First it was a lot cheaper than a new machine, second I did not lose all data with two harddrives, and lastly it was needed for a thousand and one reasons anyway.
My sleep has been hit and miss. I am sleeping the third shift, sort of. From 14:00~17:00 until 0:00~2:00 Usually in the shorter of periods. I have and continue to push to get purely to days but that simply is not working. I can miss a day of sleep but I either simply continue that cycle, or bounce around trying to figure out how to stay awake or asleep and then fall back into the old cycle after all again. So, for now, I will stick with my sleep cycle as it is still mostly productive. Much more so than bouncing around and not even knowing what day it is or... anything and not being able to think until I get enough sleep (and yet not too much). Ugh, but such is my simple harmless life. Which, after all, is not horrid, extremely painful, or fruitless (completely).
Back in the saddle, internet wise. I will have to rebuild my internet bookmarks, rearrange some data that was saved, and figure some other things out. All in a days work. I guess I have become accustomed to messes and straightening those out, then cycling that way in more major or minor ways by now. As I said, such is my lot.
Oh, chest pains. A low dull throb, once in a while, more often now and growing. Heartburn? Heart condition? I neither know nor will do a thing about it at this time. I can trust the V.A. medical about as much as I can trust the V.A. financing. Which, if you have no clue, means that I cannot. They are fail. I think they should accept my 4-F, and not just as an honor. They deserve it far more than I do.
Good Day.
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More paperwork, twice. The V.A. Mortgage Center wanted not just the 6 months checks for rent, but the full 12 months. That is in the works. I called my bank in Iowa, the customer service rep sent the work order to another department to be filled and faxed to the V.A. service center in 1 to 3 business days. Then, since this has apparently taken too long, they wanted my most recent 30 day transaction sheet from my bank (now two banks). The one from Iowa was easy, as I have online access. The bank in Utah is proving difficult. First I received a print out of my last 31 days of transactions, which simply was not enough for them. So, I went and got my last two months records, reprints of what they send (and what I am not receiving). My broker noted that one is not for a full 30 or 31 days and the other did not print completely. I will do no more on that account, they either accept it or do not accept it. Then I needed another version of a letter I had mailed to them previously that they either lost or thought not useful. Plus... More stuff.
I have let my broker know that I am done with paperwork. Not even a signature will I go in, give, and have faxed. That is it. I am about to call the V.A. consultant and suggest the same. Further, if this is not in underwriting by next Wednesday, the deal is off. I do not care what the reason is. I do not care if a tornado knocks out the fax half way through, I do not care if a paperclip is missing, and I do not care if they need a signature, blank piece of paper, or bubble gum. I am done on this deal.
The structural engineer was in today and signed off on the house into all of the places he is now able to access. Another two inspections were also supposed to be completed today, of which I have heard nothing in spite of requesting they keep me informed and for whatever reason have not been informed. All work, supposedly, is actually done. If I do not have the news I need by Wednesday, I will find an apartment.
The owners here have had enough. They do appreciate that I attempt to stay out of their affairs, way, and all. But that is not enough. I am getting strong feedback that staying until the 1st is fine (it is not) and that they will keep their agreement (which they would, but not without continued and growing protest). Fair enough, I want out as much as they. So, I will begin my search for a place over this weekend.
Why have you not heard from me? Why indeed. My computer, or other computer, broke down. It has been in the shop the last few days. On the good side, it runs like tops now, the software issues have been fixed, and all is good. It set me back $169, but that includes a new virus protection system, working hardware (it was a power supply issue), and an updated and slightly tweaked operating system. First it was a lot cheaper than a new machine, second I did not lose all data with two harddrives, and lastly it was needed for a thousand and one reasons anyway.
My sleep has been hit and miss. I am sleeping the third shift, sort of. From 14:00~17:00 until 0:00~2:00 Usually in the shorter of periods. I have and continue to push to get purely to days but that simply is not working. I can miss a day of sleep but I either simply continue that cycle, or bounce around trying to figure out how to stay awake or asleep and then fall back into the old cycle after all again. So, for now, I will stick with my sleep cycle as it is still mostly productive. Much more so than bouncing around and not even knowing what day it is or... anything and not being able to think until I get enough sleep (and yet not too much). Ugh, but such is my simple harmless life. Which, after all, is not horrid, extremely painful, or fruitless (completely).
Back in the saddle, internet wise. I will have to rebuild my internet bookmarks, rearrange some data that was saved, and figure some other things out. All in a days work. I guess I have become accustomed to messes and straightening those out, then cycling that way in more major or minor ways by now. As I said, such is my lot.
Oh, chest pains. A low dull throb, once in a while, more often now and growing. Heartburn? Heart condition? I neither know nor will do a thing about it at this time. I can trust the V.A. medical about as much as I can trust the V.A. financing. Which, if you have no clue, means that I cannot. They are fail. I think they should accept my 4-F, and not just as an honor. They deserve it far more than I do.
Good Day.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The IRS, V.A. Home Mortgage, and all.
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43?
I think not. I was not able to wake up today until after 13:00, in spite of having gone to bed at no later than 1:00, probably closer to midnight. And, yes, I set my alarm, for 8:00. I do not remember my alarm having gone off, oddly, either. This is actually unusual, so I wonder if I messed up setting it or turning the alarm part on. I will check in a bit.
After rising, I had a bad headache, so I took some Tylenol and tinkered until I could get past that enough to process data. At about 14:00, I called the IRS. An answering machine, of course. I left the information they asked for and a brief message. About that time the people who own this house came in from wherever with the mail. In the mail was more paperwork from the V.A. lender or handlers, or... whatever they technically are. More papers to read and sign, with a note indicating what was needed to be returned. I signed and dated where indicated throughout the pile of paperwork. I grabbed that and the IRS packet and headed into my broker's office.
He was not sure about any of this either, so he called the V.A. handlers. They needed nothing signed and returned from the packet they had sent me and they have already received the information packet from the IRS that they need, so... I have done everything on my end and my weekend worry was for nothing. At this point, to the best of my knowledge, all that is left is a final inspection. And everything, to my knowledge, is completed for the inspection. At least nothing of mine is holding things up.
As it sits, once the inspection is completed and assuming the completion of that is in the positive, the loan package will be sent to underwriting, which will then begin processing the loan. If that is successful, within 48 and 72 hours later, we can close the deal. I must admit, if one more thing gets in the way, I will have to either add some demands (for the efficiency aspect of the loan) or back out. Or, heck, why not both. As foolishly as this thing has gone at times, why not! Well, maybe not, but it has been a bother. All will be forgotten in time, or to some degree.
And to think that my problems with the world were simply that. No, the world is complicated, messy, unsure, problematic, and tiring. My take on life is pretty accurate. It is not merely my situations, many understand this and live in it. Perhaps more so for those of us who believe there is a right and wrong way to do things. This leaves out, often, expedient methods (such as lying, cheating, ignoring responsibilities, etc). Yes, life is a bit more difficult without cutting corners. The only reason for not cutting corners (too drastically anyway) is if there really is a God and heaven is something that is considered a positive to attain. Otherwise, whatever goes works. Oh, well, and those of us who, beyond our belief in God, like things done properly, legally, socially acceptably, and cleanly.
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43?
I think not. I was not able to wake up today until after 13:00, in spite of having gone to bed at no later than 1:00, probably closer to midnight. And, yes, I set my alarm, for 8:00. I do not remember my alarm having gone off, oddly, either. This is actually unusual, so I wonder if I messed up setting it or turning the alarm part on. I will check in a bit.
After rising, I had a bad headache, so I took some Tylenol and tinkered until I could get past that enough to process data. At about 14:00, I called the IRS. An answering machine, of course. I left the information they asked for and a brief message. About that time the people who own this house came in from wherever with the mail. In the mail was more paperwork from the V.A. lender or handlers, or... whatever they technically are. More papers to read and sign, with a note indicating what was needed to be returned. I signed and dated where indicated throughout the pile of paperwork. I grabbed that and the IRS packet and headed into my broker's office.
He was not sure about any of this either, so he called the V.A. handlers. They needed nothing signed and returned from the packet they had sent me and they have already received the information packet from the IRS that they need, so... I have done everything on my end and my weekend worry was for nothing. At this point, to the best of my knowledge, all that is left is a final inspection. And everything, to my knowledge, is completed for the inspection. At least nothing of mine is holding things up.
As it sits, once the inspection is completed and assuming the completion of that is in the positive, the loan package will be sent to underwriting, which will then begin processing the loan. If that is successful, within 48 and 72 hours later, we can close the deal. I must admit, if one more thing gets in the way, I will have to either add some demands (for the efficiency aspect of the loan) or back out. Or, heck, why not both. As foolishly as this thing has gone at times, why not! Well, maybe not, but it has been a bother. All will be forgotten in time, or to some degree.
And to think that my problems with the world were simply that. No, the world is complicated, messy, unsure, problematic, and tiring. My take on life is pretty accurate. It is not merely my situations, many understand this and live in it. Perhaps more so for those of us who believe there is a right and wrong way to do things. This leaves out, often, expedient methods (such as lying, cheating, ignoring responsibilities, etc). Yes, life is a bit more difficult without cutting corners. The only reason for not cutting corners (too drastically anyway) is if there really is a God and heaven is something that is considered a positive to attain. Otherwise, whatever goes works. Oh, well, and those of us who, beyond our belief in God, like things done properly, legally, socially acceptably, and cleanly.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Sunday, a day of rest.
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I have been, and usually do, feel guilty about not being in Church on Sunday. I am working up the nerve to go in. Being more settled would help, though perhaps just figuring out where I will be could be enough to see me back in the pew. It has been too long and it is nearing the time for me to return. I have it on good account that this Church is not as the other, but from an outsider. I suppose the only way I will know with any certainty is to go.
Today, for me, is not going to be a day of rest. Shooting in the early afternoon, then a barbecue. I have been put in charge of the liquid refreshments. Or, a type of it, if the weather cooperates. It is supposed to warm into the mid 70's today. If it is going to do that, though, it had best hurry. It is rather chill as I write. Cold drinks on a chilly day will not fly and I will have no task left to me!
As I said, I have looked over the paperwork the IRS sent. They want me to give them my last known (to them) address on record, which to the best of my knowledge, was when I was in the Navy. Further, it was probably before I was hospitalized, which would mean it was some mobile command. I would guess a submarine crew, but I would not even be certain if that was when the command was "at sea" or when it was stateside. No, I will have to call the number, or one of the 3, and try to get them to understand. If somehow it was an address after the Navy, well, I have lived in... 12 or more places (cities, more than that number of physical addresses) since then. I have no idea what their address of record might be. Further, if I had used my mother's address, she moved twice when I was in the service and 2 or 3 times since. Can they not take the V.A.'s word that I am me? Ugh.
Oh, yes, an off topic minor thing. My old two blade razor was on it's last legs. The handle would not take new razor heads well, the clasping strength of the device was failing. Now, I did not want disposables, or wholly disposable razors. I have found them to be totally inadequate and a large waste as well. So, I looked for the two headed razor I was using or one like it. I looked to no avail. I finally settled on a 3 head razor, and I felt certain I was being ripped off by a gimmick. I was wrong. The thing shaved through the beard which was nearly fully formed due to my lack of shaving cream and weak memory. It was a fantastic shave. I usually burn my face, especially with this much facefur, but not this time. Close, smooth, comfortable, and as I thought about it rather inexpensive. I think my two bladed razor cost more when I first purchased it, as did the blades. So, if you are on the fence about a three blade razor, get off the fence and on the ball! You will not regret it.
Have a great day:)
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I have been, and usually do, feel guilty about not being in Church on Sunday. I am working up the nerve to go in. Being more settled would help, though perhaps just figuring out where I will be could be enough to see me back in the pew. It has been too long and it is nearing the time for me to return. I have it on good account that this Church is not as the other, but from an outsider. I suppose the only way I will know with any certainty is to go.
Today, for me, is not going to be a day of rest. Shooting in the early afternoon, then a barbecue. I have been put in charge of the liquid refreshments. Or, a type of it, if the weather cooperates. It is supposed to warm into the mid 70's today. If it is going to do that, though, it had best hurry. It is rather chill as I write. Cold drinks on a chilly day will not fly and I will have no task left to me!
As I said, I have looked over the paperwork the IRS sent. They want me to give them my last known (to them) address on record, which to the best of my knowledge, was when I was in the Navy. Further, it was probably before I was hospitalized, which would mean it was some mobile command. I would guess a submarine crew, but I would not even be certain if that was when the command was "at sea" or when it was stateside. No, I will have to call the number, or one of the 3, and try to get them to understand. If somehow it was an address after the Navy, well, I have lived in... 12 or more places (cities, more than that number of physical addresses) since then. I have no idea what their address of record might be. Further, if I had used my mother's address, she moved twice when I was in the service and 2 or 3 times since. Can they not take the V.A.'s word that I am me? Ugh.
Oh, yes, an off topic minor thing. My old two blade razor was on it's last legs. The handle would not take new razor heads well, the clasping strength of the device was failing. Now, I did not want disposables, or wholly disposable razors. I have found them to be totally inadequate and a large waste as well. So, I looked for the two headed razor I was using or one like it. I looked to no avail. I finally settled on a 3 head razor, and I felt certain I was being ripped off by a gimmick. I was wrong. The thing shaved through the beard which was nearly fully formed due to my lack of shaving cream and weak memory. It was a fantastic shave. I usually burn my face, especially with this much facefur, but not this time. Close, smooth, comfortable, and as I thought about it rather inexpensive. I think my two bladed razor cost more when I first purchased it, as did the blades. So, if you are on the fence about a three blade razor, get off the fence and on the ball! You will not regret it.
Have a great day:)
A refugee?
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Perhaps not in the most literal of ways, though if a looseness of meaning or a more simplistic approach is taken that is what I am. I have been floating about for a year now, with only some hopes, a little money, some income, and the favor of those around me to get me to this point. Everything I have is fluid around me or situated so that I may not obtain most of what I have. My income is tied up in things that are intangible at the moment. I am lost while knowing right where I am.
Still, it is better to be a refugee in the right company than to be a solid standing citizen amongst beasts. Yes, this is where I needed to go and be. Even if I continue to be a transient for a while, even a long time, it is the company a man keeps that will sustain or diminish him. One's own company becomes stale and dated swiftly. Not even I believe everything I say, so spreading it around will...? Caught myself there. See what I mean?
I received paperwork that needs filling out from the IRS. Apparently the form I was sent was the wrong one or simply not enough. I will be looking it over today and doing what I can with it. I will then take it in to my broker Monday. Hopefully we can simply fax it to them. Though as bad as they are being, I am not sure that will work either. They do not like people out of their system of control and power. It unnerves them or something.
I have plans to go out shooting today. The first since my little scrub with becoming wounded. My hand has, pretty much, completely healed. I think I left the stitches in a might long. The skin puffed up and just got weird. Perhaps though, that was just part of the healing process. In any case, I removed the stitches myself. It did sting, so I know my lack of feeling pain was not due to a lack of nerves in the area. After shooting, my guests are hosting a dinner. A barbecue of some sort. They had hosted meals before they left, and are continuing to do so. I hope they continue to invite me once I move. And, I hope to host a meal or two a month as well. It is, simply, fun and good to have people to dine with, to socialize, and to discuss various topics. Especially as varied on the different subjects as we all seem to be. Civil disagreement in genial discussion is very pleasant.
Well, doing what I may as a disabled man, hopefully an intelligent man, in a world I cannot quite yet claim to own or technically be a part of is not ending up to be a difficult thing. I am even working on becoming a member of the local society and a homeowner, or trying. It is surprisingly easy in the right environment, with the right attitude.
Oh, I looked over the paper the IRS sent. They want my last recorded address in order to both verify who I am and then update my address for their records. The last time I paid taxes I was in the Navy, somewhere. What the... I am calling the number provided, and then taking these other forms in with me to my broker after the call. I will speak to whoever, their supervisor, and who ever else I need to speak with. I am starting to think this is simple harassment and am not pleased about it.
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Perhaps not in the most literal of ways, though if a looseness of meaning or a more simplistic approach is taken that is what I am. I have been floating about for a year now, with only some hopes, a little money, some income, and the favor of those around me to get me to this point. Everything I have is fluid around me or situated so that I may not obtain most of what I have. My income is tied up in things that are intangible at the moment. I am lost while knowing right where I am.
Still, it is better to be a refugee in the right company than to be a solid standing citizen amongst beasts. Yes, this is where I needed to go and be. Even if I continue to be a transient for a while, even a long time, it is the company a man keeps that will sustain or diminish him. One's own company becomes stale and dated swiftly. Not even I believe everything I say, so spreading it around will...? Caught myself there. See what I mean?
I received paperwork that needs filling out from the IRS. Apparently the form I was sent was the wrong one or simply not enough. I will be looking it over today and doing what I can with it. I will then take it in to my broker Monday. Hopefully we can simply fax it to them. Though as bad as they are being, I am not sure that will work either. They do not like people out of their system of control and power. It unnerves them or something.
I have plans to go out shooting today. The first since my little scrub with becoming wounded. My hand has, pretty much, completely healed. I think I left the stitches in a might long. The skin puffed up and just got weird. Perhaps though, that was just part of the healing process. In any case, I removed the stitches myself. It did sting, so I know my lack of feeling pain was not due to a lack of nerves in the area. After shooting, my guests are hosting a dinner. A barbecue of some sort. They had hosted meals before they left, and are continuing to do so. I hope they continue to invite me once I move. And, I hope to host a meal or two a month as well. It is, simply, fun and good to have people to dine with, to socialize, and to discuss various topics. Especially as varied on the different subjects as we all seem to be. Civil disagreement in genial discussion is very pleasant.
Well, doing what I may as a disabled man, hopefully an intelligent man, in a world I cannot quite yet claim to own or technically be a part of is not ending up to be a difficult thing. I am even working on becoming a member of the local society and a homeowner, or trying. It is surprisingly easy in the right environment, with the right attitude.
Oh, I looked over the paper the IRS sent. They want my last recorded address in order to both verify who I am and then update my address for their records. The last time I paid taxes I was in the Navy, somewhere. What the... I am calling the number provided, and then taking these other forms in with me to my broker after the call. I will speak to whoever, their supervisor, and who ever else I need to speak with. I am starting to think this is simple harassment and am not pleased about it.
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