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And, of course there is an answer. More stitches. A block from picking up the trailer, I stopped for gas. While I was filling up, I decided to install the ball mount, and the lock. The ball mount went in fine, but the lock was held in place with plastic ties. The first cut relatively well. The second would not give and would not give and then held zero resistance. I finished cutting it and the blade sliced nearly to the bone, at an angle from the stem of my finger to about half way to the knuckle. Did I mention that I have long fingers?
I decided to go home and simply try to stop the bleeding, assuming that when it stopped I would reassess the situation. An hour passed and the bleeding had not stopped. I then called the V.A. The first "nurse" I spoke with kept asking for information, which at this time had to be right in front of her. After five minutes, I gave up and hung up on her. What I had been using to attempt to stem the blood flow had given out and I was getting drenched. I then called the local hospital. All I wanted to know, at this point, was what else I could do. They suggested I simply come in to the emergency room. Still, after last time, I wanted something from the V.A. So I called the main hospital and asked to speak to an E.R. nurse.
We spoke for a bit. She did not suggest I go in, and could not offer any clearance. Though she thought it would be nifty if I drove 2 1/2 hours at interstate speeds, having bleed for two hours already though. Yeah. So, I called my Mom. She TOLD me to go in, told me to worry about any costs later, and told me to call her when it was done.
So, in I go... again. Good thing too. I nicked vein, could have cut nerve or tendon, and this thing would not have stopped bleeding. They, in part because they were very busy, tried to get it to stop as well for another hour. After that came partial numbing and an attempt to look. Far too much blood was flowing. Finally, they right properly numbed the hand, for more serious work. A tourniquet was applied to my wrist to staunch the flow, which only mostly worked due to my high blood pressure. Good enough though. They found the bleeder, stitched and or cauterized it, looked around a bit, and thought it looked good, so closed up the major part.
I have to go back Monday. They prescribed antibiotics, which I do not know if I can afford to fill and gave me painkillers, should I need them. My hand is out of commission for 12 to 14 days. So, I will have to try to find help in getting moved. I am not even supposed to type! No worries, using one hand hunt and peck. This IS taking forever to write though. My brevity certainly helps! :)
The reason I worry about the antibiotic cost is... I will now have to find some bodies, for pay, to do the heavy lifting. I simply cannot be here any longer. This might actually make the move faster... but much, much, more expensive. My mother suggested I contact the Church. She is right, if I feel wrong about asking favors not having been participating. Still... And it would offer me more incentive to go and some contacts within the Church. Hmm, something about fools and pride and fall? Check. Humble pie time methinks.
Well... Later.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Coming down to earth.
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A peaceful ending to a hectic day. I am feeling a little more human, though I can see where I need to watch myself a bit. I am likely to snap, not in the hard way like the taxi cab driver or something. Still, I might say something that need not be said. I am likely to overreact as well. I am still running on adrenaline. That is slowly leaving my system, as I suggested. Perhaps I will find some good sleep tonight.
I was able to do about half of what I wanted. The fax was received, signed, and sent. A ball hitch and lock where purchased. I also bought a couple of cat toys and an automatic watering dish (low tech so we will see on that last, but I have a mop and bucket). I also took the soundboard back. Of course, I was directed to returns, where it was suggested that I look for another card. They had no other cards, beside the brand I had just found out does not support what the box says it supports, so I left without going back to returns. After all of my other tasks where completed, and I had just purchased food, I realized my oversight. Thankfully that ended up being no difficulty and I was refunded in full.
The promised headache has been, so far, managed by the aspirin. I plan on taking another similar dose before going to bed. My back, on the other hand, does hurt a good bit. If I lean or bend, I am reminded that something is wrong. Depending on how I feel in the morning, someone may be consulted. I am torn about whether to go to the emergency room as the woman from the insurance company suggested or whether to go to a chiropractor as others have suggested. I do not, necessarily, trust either. One, traditional medicine, will say nothing is wrong, the pain you are feeling is your fault. The other, the chiropractor, will say "Oh my God, you are dying! Come in, come in, this will only take two years, 4 times a month, to fix". Well, that is how it seems. It would be nice to have medicine, one way or another, that I could trust.
The insurance company wants me to go to their collision centers for estimates and repairs. I suggested that this would not work, though I took down some names and numbers. I will also seek independent quotes regarding the damage and repair as well. Why in the world would I trust the people, or the business in general, which is going to have to pay for the accident? That sounds a lot like simply asking the guy who hit me how much he would like to pay, right? No, no way. While I was talking to the woman from the insurance company, she was taking notes about "what to expect from me, and my general attitude..." for the claims agent who would be dealing with me. She actually told me this. Why, I do not even care. I can see it now... "He is not a sheeple. He actually expects legitimate repairs. He will not merely take whatever we are willing to scrape together as settlement." I do not want more than is due, but I want legitimate repairs and proper cosmetic fixes. I did not buy a newer vehicle to "scrape by". Hmph!
That is it for tonight. A bit of tinkering and a little virtual window shopping maybe, then bed. I cannot buy as my address in my home town is not valid, the post office is too small to deliver in town, so I have to set up a post box before I can begin getting mail. One thing after another, it seems. Soon, within the week I hope, I will be moved in and marginally set up to begin doing some of the things that need to be done. I will, probably, at that point take a few days off, buy a twelve pack, and see how many I can smoothly and simply consume in a day period and then take the second day to rest off the charge, before digging into what needs to be done. Yes, I do believe so.
Good night.
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A peaceful ending to a hectic day. I am feeling a little more human, though I can see where I need to watch myself a bit. I am likely to snap, not in the hard way like the taxi cab driver or something. Still, I might say something that need not be said. I am likely to overreact as well. I am still running on adrenaline. That is slowly leaving my system, as I suggested. Perhaps I will find some good sleep tonight.
I was able to do about half of what I wanted. The fax was received, signed, and sent. A ball hitch and lock where purchased. I also bought a couple of cat toys and an automatic watering dish (low tech so we will see on that last, but I have a mop and bucket). I also took the soundboard back. Of course, I was directed to returns, where it was suggested that I look for another card. They had no other cards, beside the brand I had just found out does not support what the box says it supports, so I left without going back to returns. After all of my other tasks where completed, and I had just purchased food, I realized my oversight. Thankfully that ended up being no difficulty and I was refunded in full.
The promised headache has been, so far, managed by the aspirin. I plan on taking another similar dose before going to bed. My back, on the other hand, does hurt a good bit. If I lean or bend, I am reminded that something is wrong. Depending on how I feel in the morning, someone may be consulted. I am torn about whether to go to the emergency room as the woman from the insurance company suggested or whether to go to a chiropractor as others have suggested. I do not, necessarily, trust either. One, traditional medicine, will say nothing is wrong, the pain you are feeling is your fault. The other, the chiropractor, will say "Oh my God, you are dying! Come in, come in, this will only take two years, 4 times a month, to fix". Well, that is how it seems. It would be nice to have medicine, one way or another, that I could trust.
The insurance company wants me to go to their collision centers for estimates and repairs. I suggested that this would not work, though I took down some names and numbers. I will also seek independent quotes regarding the damage and repair as well. Why in the world would I trust the people, or the business in general, which is going to have to pay for the accident? That sounds a lot like simply asking the guy who hit me how much he would like to pay, right? No, no way. While I was talking to the woman from the insurance company, she was taking notes about "what to expect from me, and my general attitude..." for the claims agent who would be dealing with me. She actually told me this. Why, I do not even care. I can see it now... "He is not a sheeple. He actually expects legitimate repairs. He will not merely take whatever we are willing to scrape together as settlement." I do not want more than is due, but I want legitimate repairs and proper cosmetic fixes. I did not buy a newer vehicle to "scrape by". Hmph!
That is it for tonight. A bit of tinkering and a little virtual window shopping maybe, then bed. I cannot buy as my address in my home town is not valid, the post office is too small to deliver in town, so I have to set up a post box before I can begin getting mail. One thing after another, it seems. Soon, within the week I hope, I will be moved in and marginally set up to begin doing some of the things that need to be done. I will, probably, at that point take a few days off, buy a twelve pack, and see how many I can smoothly and simply consume in a day period and then take the second day to rest off the charge, before digging into what needs to be done. Yes, I do believe so.
Good night.
Not an easy day.
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Raining again today, so I thought I would grab a load or two just in the Xterra. I loaded up, headed out, and... bam! Driving along main street at about 35 miles an hour when traffic came to an immediate stop. I stopped, barely, but solidly. The '87 F-250 behind me did not. So, we drove out of traffic, into a lot. I couldn't find the police phone number in the phone book I had in the vehicle, so I went into the Chinese restaurant to ask. Uhrm, they did not know what I was asking. They did not know what the term police, phone number, or phone book meant, they certainly could not put it all together (or would not, more on that if you are interested). So, I went over to the pizza joint next door. By the time I called, the driver that bumped me had already called someone, or a dozen people, I think, one of whom then called the police.
A good half of an hour of waiting, or it seemed like it, and the policeman arrived. Information was gathered and he did his work. Of course, I was a bit discombobulated. I really thought I handled these things well, and I suppose I do in fact, but inside I was all messed up. In any case, a report was filed and everyone went their merry way. Good policing by the way, and yeah, it is nice when it works well.
Of course, nothing is so lacking in complications for me lately. I actually have two policies currently active on the vehicle, though one is about to be retro-deactivated. Which was which I could not be certain. The officer was fine with that and gave me his card, wrote a number that made reaching him easier, and just asked that I call back soon in order to fill the form out fully and correctly. I suppose it is better to have two policies active than none... still. As well, my renters insurance from Iowa is still active, ugh. I was sure I had asked to end that. Anyway, as long as I can get the owner of that property to verify that I am no longer renting there, they will rebate me back to when I moved... last July. Hmm, more money? Nice.
I finished unloading what I had. I am not listening to music at this point, in case I need to hear something wrong with the vehicle. It makes driving a bit annoying, and nervewracking, but so be it. The cat was fine, friendly as ever. I fed her a bit of milk, which she certainly does like! I also let her out, by leaving the door open for her, as much as she wanted while I was there. She comes in just fine, especially if I am going to be inside with her too. I found the paperwork from my insurance company (which was going to my new address before I had moved in, which they had to have known... Akch!).
I think I have cleared up almost everything with my insurance and the police. I have to get to FedEx Office and sign a fax, then fax that fax back, in order to rescind my other other auto policy shortly. I also need to contact my landlord from Iowa. I had planned to call him anyway, and let him know I was buying a home and to thank them for having been conscientious, kindly, and fair landlords. Hey, him and his wife were good people and landlords, what can I say. And I am considering a stop at the hospital. My neck is extremely tight, I have some nausea, and I can tell a headache is on the way. I just took 1500 mg of aspirin mixed with caffeine, since I could not find my Tylenol... which I think is in some box or other over at my home... probably.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! How much more can happen? Do not even dare answer that! I knew I would be busy getting in and setting up, but everything is slowing me down. The weather, an accident, 30 calls it seems just today, back and forth, over and under each other. And then, of course, my phone is dying for lack of battery. I shut the damn thing off and plugged it in. Oh, and I have to take a sound board back today, grab a few disposable cameras, consider a stop at the hospital, feed my face sometime, go to FedEx Office, get a ball mount for the trailer (I do not think the tow package was damaged?), and... and... some other stuff.
To say I am not a bit out of my depth would be to lie. I am under water, late, and in a hurry to do what cannot be done with any kind of speed. To say I can, will, or would quit is not true either. I guess I will do what I can with what I have in the time I have and hope for the best. And the headache is beginning. Buggers it all.
On the good side, I have a cat that loves me anyway. I think she would love anyone, but that is not the point. I need to get a comfy chair over there soon, so I can spend a more relaxed time with my new owner. Ugh... Ha! It ain't all bad. Oh, and I will be becoming friends with my slave driver in a home, my home. Yeah. Like one of my favored chiefs said, from Navy days... It's not a good day without at least one big thing and several small things to complain about. It is, indeed, a good day. No, no, it's a GREAT DAY!
Well, I best get to it. Laterz!
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Raining again today, so I thought I would grab a load or two just in the Xterra. I loaded up, headed out, and... bam! Driving along main street at about 35 miles an hour when traffic came to an immediate stop. I stopped, barely, but solidly. The '87 F-250 behind me did not. So, we drove out of traffic, into a lot. I couldn't find the police phone number in the phone book I had in the vehicle, so I went into the Chinese restaurant to ask. Uhrm, they did not know what I was asking. They did not know what the term police, phone number, or phone book meant, they certainly could not put it all together (or would not, more on that if you are interested). So, I went over to the pizza joint next door. By the time I called, the driver that bumped me had already called someone, or a dozen people, I think, one of whom then called the police.
A good half of an hour of waiting, or it seemed like it, and the policeman arrived. Information was gathered and he did his work. Of course, I was a bit discombobulated. I really thought I handled these things well, and I suppose I do in fact, but inside I was all messed up. In any case, a report was filed and everyone went their merry way. Good policing by the way, and yeah, it is nice when it works well.
Of course, nothing is so lacking in complications for me lately. I actually have two policies currently active on the vehicle, though one is about to be retro-deactivated. Which was which I could not be certain. The officer was fine with that and gave me his card, wrote a number that made reaching him easier, and just asked that I call back soon in order to fill the form out fully and correctly. I suppose it is better to have two policies active than none... still. As well, my renters insurance from Iowa is still active, ugh. I was sure I had asked to end that. Anyway, as long as I can get the owner of that property to verify that I am no longer renting there, they will rebate me back to when I moved... last July. Hmm, more money? Nice.
I finished unloading what I had. I am not listening to music at this point, in case I need to hear something wrong with the vehicle. It makes driving a bit annoying, and nervewracking, but so be it. The cat was fine, friendly as ever. I fed her a bit of milk, which she certainly does like! I also let her out, by leaving the door open for her, as much as she wanted while I was there. She comes in just fine, especially if I am going to be inside with her too. I found the paperwork from my insurance company (which was going to my new address before I had moved in, which they had to have known... Akch!).
I think I have cleared up almost everything with my insurance and the police. I have to get to FedEx Office and sign a fax, then fax that fax back, in order to rescind my other other auto policy shortly. I also need to contact my landlord from Iowa. I had planned to call him anyway, and let him know I was buying a home and to thank them for having been conscientious, kindly, and fair landlords. Hey, him and his wife were good people and landlords, what can I say. And I am considering a stop at the hospital. My neck is extremely tight, I have some nausea, and I can tell a headache is on the way. I just took 1500 mg of aspirin mixed with caffeine, since I could not find my Tylenol... which I think is in some box or other over at my home... probably.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! How much more can happen? Do not even dare answer that! I knew I would be busy getting in and setting up, but everything is slowing me down. The weather, an accident, 30 calls it seems just today, back and forth, over and under each other. And then, of course, my phone is dying for lack of battery. I shut the damn thing off and plugged it in. Oh, and I have to take a sound board back today, grab a few disposable cameras, consider a stop at the hospital, feed my face sometime, go to FedEx Office, get a ball mount for the trailer (I do not think the tow package was damaged?), and... and... some other stuff.
To say I am not a bit out of my depth would be to lie. I am under water, late, and in a hurry to do what cannot be done with any kind of speed. To say I can, will, or would quit is not true either. I guess I will do what I can with what I have in the time I have and hope for the best. And the headache is beginning. Buggers it all.
On the good side, I have a cat that loves me anyway. I think she would love anyone, but that is not the point. I need to get a comfy chair over there soon, so I can spend a more relaxed time with my new owner. Ugh... Ha! It ain't all bad. Oh, and I will be becoming friends with my slave driver in a home, my home. Yeah. Like one of my favored chiefs said, from Navy days... It's not a good day without at least one big thing and several small things to complain about. It is, indeed, a good day. No, no, it's a GREAT DAY!
Well, I best get to it. Laterz!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The keys are...
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Guess where the keys are? Oh fie, they are... A call midafternoon, right around 13:30 I would guess, let me know that the deal has recorded. The keys, ask I. In the house, it is unlocked. My broker wishes to bring a gift, so I wait for him. Wanting to go get the keys, check the place over, take a minor load with me, and make sure everything is tight, as it looks like it is going to rain... storm. After greetings and the gifts, which I will review shortly, I grab some food at McDonalds and nearly speed to my place.
I do not think anything would be amiss, not here. Or at least that is a minor concern. Rain is dominant, as for safety and security. Well, except that the looseness of how this, and everything about this deal, has been played touches something primal in me. I really do expect professionalism. And, for the most part, I offer it. In any case, all was well. Though there was one final surprise. A cat.
As I had said, every time I drove by the place leading up to the sale, I saw a cat in the window. I did not see her in the window this time. However, upon entering the residence, there was an unmistakable odor and then a cautious "meow?". Never to worry, though I did not know if this was an oversight or intended situation, or whether she was where she would have to be. I found a note indicating that the owners had tried to find her a home but had failed. There was almost a plea to take her in, an indication that she is a good mouser, and a bit more saying that if I did not want her, they would come and pick her up. I suspect her fate would not be good should that last occur. No, she has a home. In time she may even get a little sister, I prefer female cats. She is a splendid creature as well. I hope she is as pleased as I am?
Arriving back in Logan, I realize moving this afternoon would be difficult. It will most certainly rain, probably sooner than not, and rather heavily if the looks of things are to be believed. I spoke with my host and hostess, and they are not worried at all. The Mrs. would like me to make way in the refrigerator, first thing, should I have a working refrigerator, which I do. So, that will be first on my list tomorrow. Then I will pick up the trailer, which I must call and cancel for the today. The Mr. suggested he has a sturdy, industrial by the sound of it, dolly. So I will not need to buy one. And, he has suggested he will help with some of the larger items. The only thing that is heavy at all is the dresser. Though the queen sized bed and a few other pieces would be clumsy to do solo.
But the boxes are mine. I wish to move everything out of here first, then load boxes over, saving the heavier pieces and maybe some filler boxes to spare my help's back and time. It may take two days to get moved in. That is as far ahead as I can think, at the moment. At least I do not immediately need a refrigerator, washer, and dryer as I had thought I might. That saves time, money, effort, and scheduling difficulties. Ugh, but utilities, internet, mail... So much so fast, too much. It will get done. Ugh...
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Guess where the keys are? Oh fie, they are... A call midafternoon, right around 13:30 I would guess, let me know that the deal has recorded. The keys, ask I. In the house, it is unlocked. My broker wishes to bring a gift, so I wait for him. Wanting to go get the keys, check the place over, take a minor load with me, and make sure everything is tight, as it looks like it is going to rain... storm. After greetings and the gifts, which I will review shortly, I grab some food at McDonalds and nearly speed to my place.
I do not think anything would be amiss, not here. Or at least that is a minor concern. Rain is dominant, as for safety and security. Well, except that the looseness of how this, and everything about this deal, has been played touches something primal in me. I really do expect professionalism. And, for the most part, I offer it. In any case, all was well. Though there was one final surprise. A cat.
As I had said, every time I drove by the place leading up to the sale, I saw a cat in the window. I did not see her in the window this time. However, upon entering the residence, there was an unmistakable odor and then a cautious "meow?". Never to worry, though I did not know if this was an oversight or intended situation, or whether she was where she would have to be. I found a note indicating that the owners had tried to find her a home but had failed. There was almost a plea to take her in, an indication that she is a good mouser, and a bit more saying that if I did not want her, they would come and pick her up. I suspect her fate would not be good should that last occur. No, she has a home. In time she may even get a little sister, I prefer female cats. She is a splendid creature as well. I hope she is as pleased as I am?
Arriving back in Logan, I realize moving this afternoon would be difficult. It will most certainly rain, probably sooner than not, and rather heavily if the looks of things are to be believed. I spoke with my host and hostess, and they are not worried at all. The Mrs. would like me to make way in the refrigerator, first thing, should I have a working refrigerator, which I do. So, that will be first on my list tomorrow. Then I will pick up the trailer, which I must call and cancel for the today. The Mr. suggested he has a sturdy, industrial by the sound of it, dolly. So I will not need to buy one. And, he has suggested he will help with some of the larger items. The only thing that is heavy at all is the dresser. Though the queen sized bed and a few other pieces would be clumsy to do solo.
But the boxes are mine. I wish to move everything out of here first, then load boxes over, saving the heavier pieces and maybe some filler boxes to spare my help's back and time. It may take two days to get moved in. That is as far ahead as I can think, at the moment. At least I do not immediately need a refrigerator, washer, and dryer as I had thought I might. That saves time, money, effort, and scheduling difficulties. Ugh, but utilities, internet, mail... So much so fast, too much. It will get done. Ugh...
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Sleep will be difficult.
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I am hungry anyway, so a drive somewhere, for almost anything, might take my mind of the sale. Food, as well, rolling around in there causing my stomach some small joy, could help settle things a bit. Nothing like taking blood off the brain to help settle down.
Hmm, best keep the phone right near me, ready for that anticipated call tomorrow. Ugh. It's all good, and a gas too, right?
Good night.
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I am hungry anyway, so a drive somewhere, for almost anything, might take my mind of the sale. Food, as well, rolling around in there causing my stomach some small joy, could help settle things a bit. Nothing like taking blood off the brain to help settle down.
Hmm, best keep the phone right near me, ready for that anticipated call tomorrow. Ugh. It's all good, and a gas too, right?
Good night.
The deal has been signed.
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It took longer than I suspected and seemed shorter than I would have thought, somehow. The gentleman directing the event covered a number of areas, costs, balance sheets regarding closing, and such. Along with that I asked several questions. There is no water rights with this land. How the crops are watered, I do not know. There was one very large surprise, and not a happy one.
Fifteen minutes before I had chosen to leave, so as to arrive early, while reviewing my phone messages, I heard that I needed to have some money, in the form of a cashier's check, for the closing. I called my broker about this. I needed a little over a thousand dollars, quickly. To say I was a little terse would be about right, or that is how I may have sounded. That was the tip of the iceberg. I certainly did not say what I wanted to say. It turns out this money is the interest on the loan until payments begin in August. And, as I was driving to my bank to pick up the check, I calmed and just told myself that this is the last thing and almost has to be the last negative surprise I will need to handle. I think, pray, hope that I am correct. I honestly do not think they can change anything else, no one involved, at this point.
The sellers, however, have not signed. The owner, the Mr., was not in town. He, or the Mr. and Mrs., will be signing tomorrow. I suppose they could refuse to sell. I doubt that, at this point, but who knows on this deal. When the keys are safely in my hand I will be less dubious. When I arrive at the property, unlock the door, go in and put my first load down, I will know.
I tried to give my hosts a bit but they thought that was an awfully lot, so asked for less. I know my frequent hot showers and computer are no light demands. Their austerity seems to work in all manner of how they live. Live and learn, and to some degree, so I shall. As a thank you to my broker and the brokerage, I plan on something. I am not sure what... a cake, a minor catered snack for the office, something. And a number of thank you cards, once I am firmly in place. You know, a thank you card some time after the event means more than almost any reasonable monetary gift. People do not necessarily want to do work of the nature they are doing in helping, they are doing it for you... or me in this case. I know, no one had to help, some had financial inducements, others had this or that, but... they did help.
Oh, I do not think the problem with the loan was what I thought it was. After speaking to my broker, I heard the shavings of some suggestions. And, should I ever contemplate moving up or out a bit I will certainly be speaking to him or his office first. I think they could lead me to a much cleaner and quicker sale. Live and learn, again.
So be it. I will rest easier this night. I am fairly sure of tomorrow. After that the world of home ownership, my finances, and my imagination (plus some practical physics, biology, engineering, and such) are the limits to what I can do. I will be taking pictures of the place for my mother. Depending on how my computer handles this now, or not, I may have to purchase a disposable camera and simply work that way. Once done, whichever way works, I will try to put a few pictures up. The good and the bad, what needs to be done and what has been (and beautifully) done. The garden as I create or develop it will be included. Well, what appears here will be dependent upon on how any particular picture succeeds.
Good day:)
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It took longer than I suspected and seemed shorter than I would have thought, somehow. The gentleman directing the event covered a number of areas, costs, balance sheets regarding closing, and such. Along with that I asked several questions. There is no water rights with this land. How the crops are watered, I do not know. There was one very large surprise, and not a happy one.
Fifteen minutes before I had chosen to leave, so as to arrive early, while reviewing my phone messages, I heard that I needed to have some money, in the form of a cashier's check, for the closing. I called my broker about this. I needed a little over a thousand dollars, quickly. To say I was a little terse would be about right, or that is how I may have sounded. That was the tip of the iceberg. I certainly did not say what I wanted to say. It turns out this money is the interest on the loan until payments begin in August. And, as I was driving to my bank to pick up the check, I calmed and just told myself that this is the last thing and almost has to be the last negative surprise I will need to handle. I think, pray, hope that I am correct. I honestly do not think they can change anything else, no one involved, at this point.
The sellers, however, have not signed. The owner, the Mr., was not in town. He, or the Mr. and Mrs., will be signing tomorrow. I suppose they could refuse to sell. I doubt that, at this point, but who knows on this deal. When the keys are safely in my hand I will be less dubious. When I arrive at the property, unlock the door, go in and put my first load down, I will know.
I tried to give my hosts a bit but they thought that was an awfully lot, so asked for less. I know my frequent hot showers and computer are no light demands. Their austerity seems to work in all manner of how they live. Live and learn, and to some degree, so I shall. As a thank you to my broker and the brokerage, I plan on something. I am not sure what... a cake, a minor catered snack for the office, something. And a number of thank you cards, once I am firmly in place. You know, a thank you card some time after the event means more than almost any reasonable monetary gift. People do not necessarily want to do work of the nature they are doing in helping, they are doing it for you... or me in this case. I know, no one had to help, some had financial inducements, others had this or that, but... they did help.
Oh, I do not think the problem with the loan was what I thought it was. After speaking to my broker, I heard the shavings of some suggestions. And, should I ever contemplate moving up or out a bit I will certainly be speaking to him or his office first. I think they could lead me to a much cleaner and quicker sale. Live and learn, again.
So be it. I will rest easier this night. I am fairly sure of tomorrow. After that the world of home ownership, my finances, and my imagination (plus some practical physics, biology, engineering, and such) are the limits to what I can do. I will be taking pictures of the place for my mother. Depending on how my computer handles this now, or not, I may have to purchase a disposable camera and simply work that way. Once done, whichever way works, I will try to put a few pictures up. The good and the bad, what needs to be done and what has been (and beautifully) done. The garden as I create or develop it will be included. Well, what appears here will be dependent upon on how any particular picture succeeds.
Good day:)
The signing.
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At 3:00 pm, or so I have been told. I was to receive an email with instructions Friday. I have not received that. I will call and obtain instructions one way or the other. I like having something to read and take down some notes myself, in my good time. It is another rainy day, or looks to be so. I have not yet ventured outdoors. Hmm, no, the porch was quite wet so it is or has been raining, and heavily. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, I will be at that signing barring death or some sort of major accident.
Fear creeps in as the time approaches. I have too large of a list of things I want to do with the house and grounds. I do have a rough priority, and yet I understand that some things may prioritize self selectively as I come upon them. I may have little choice in what is to be done and when, at times. First things, of course, relate to powering up and moving in. Beyond prioritizing is the notion that I have no idea how long some, many, of the things I have on the list will take to complete. This is a whole new world I am entering. It is a new, very busy, demanding, stage in my life. I honestly do not know that I am up to it.
As I said, one of the good things about the delay in the purchase was that I have been able to scrape together a few more nickles for the process. Squeezing nickles, even pennies, will by needs be a project all it's own. Luxury is not key here, though neither is abject privation. A balance will need to be found and a budget will have to be implemented. This particular piece of the puzzle will actually add a boost to my intentions to become much more self reliant in regard to food and possibly other personal needs.
I viewed several articles regarding raising rabbits. That does seem like something I can do. There is a lot of free information available, I am honestly surprised more people do not do that. For homeowners, gardening would seem to be a common sense thing as well, which would lead to canning and freezing the crops for extra penny pinching. The upfront costs and the learning curve are barriers, but seen in good light, they are quite minor obstacles. I suppose though, if both are working 40 plus hours a week, in the daylight hours, pushing that little bit more and over even small obstacles, it must be just too much. My personal problem has been access to land and my own foibles which may be problematic still. I will not know if I can do what is needed until I am well under way. Rabbits are probably my best bet, as they are not quite as dependent or troublesome as larger livestock. A small garden will give me a taste of what is needed in the way of work without a large loss should I fail. That fear is there. Failure is a strong possibility, initially, whether I do what is required or not. Can I overcome even that to final success, whatever final success really means? It is, certainly, time to find out.
A phone call, a few hours of kicking about on a path to being more awake for the signing, the signing itself, and hopefully being informed about when I will take possession of the property, and then... waiting for that time. Ugh, hurry and wait is just as much a civilian thing as it was a military thing, if not quite as often or as harsh if my memory serves.
Have a great day.
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At 3:00 pm, or so I have been told. I was to receive an email with instructions Friday. I have not received that. I will call and obtain instructions one way or the other. I like having something to read and take down some notes myself, in my good time. It is another rainy day, or looks to be so. I have not yet ventured outdoors. Hmm, no, the porch was quite wet so it is or has been raining, and heavily. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, I will be at that signing barring death or some sort of major accident.
Fear creeps in as the time approaches. I have too large of a list of things I want to do with the house and grounds. I do have a rough priority, and yet I understand that some things may prioritize self selectively as I come upon them. I may have little choice in what is to be done and when, at times. First things, of course, relate to powering up and moving in. Beyond prioritizing is the notion that I have no idea how long some, many, of the things I have on the list will take to complete. This is a whole new world I am entering. It is a new, very busy, demanding, stage in my life. I honestly do not know that I am up to it.
As I said, one of the good things about the delay in the purchase was that I have been able to scrape together a few more nickles for the process. Squeezing nickles, even pennies, will by needs be a project all it's own. Luxury is not key here, though neither is abject privation. A balance will need to be found and a budget will have to be implemented. This particular piece of the puzzle will actually add a boost to my intentions to become much more self reliant in regard to food and possibly other personal needs.
I viewed several articles regarding raising rabbits. That does seem like something I can do. There is a lot of free information available, I am honestly surprised more people do not do that. For homeowners, gardening would seem to be a common sense thing as well, which would lead to canning and freezing the crops for extra penny pinching. The upfront costs and the learning curve are barriers, but seen in good light, they are quite minor obstacles. I suppose though, if both are working 40 plus hours a week, in the daylight hours, pushing that little bit more and over even small obstacles, it must be just too much. My personal problem has been access to land and my own foibles which may be problematic still. I will not know if I can do what is needed until I am well under way. Rabbits are probably my best bet, as they are not quite as dependent or troublesome as larger livestock. A small garden will give me a taste of what is needed in the way of work without a large loss should I fail. That fear is there. Failure is a strong possibility, initially, whether I do what is required or not. Can I overcome even that to final success, whatever final success really means? It is, certainly, time to find out.
A phone call, a few hours of kicking about on a path to being more awake for the signing, the signing itself, and hopefully being informed about when I will take possession of the property, and then... waiting for that time. Ugh, hurry and wait is just as much a civilian thing as it was a military thing, if not quite as often or as harsh if my memory serves.
Have a great day.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Good dreams as recompense?
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Wow, what a wonderful night of dreams. Beautiful women everywhere. Hugs, kisses, promises of more... as close as earth gets to heaven I should think. I woke fresh in more ways then one, but in the best of ways. I do not know if it is connected to a recent real life phenomenon but it could be. Since I found that the house was going through for certain, women have been becoming super attractive to me. I ought to be careful, in my current weakened state. I think though, for whatever reason, I have been holding off on a serious wife search until I have a nest within which to thrive with her. Oh, but those dreams will drive me.
Yesterday, after waking and beginning to function from the terrible dreams, my hosts invited me for a bicycle ride. I initially suspected I had not ridden a bike for 20 years, though upon a more exacting consideration, I realized it had been 29 or 30 years since I had ridden such a contraption. Still, I did well enough. I did not ride nearly as far as they did, however I suspect I pedaled a good half of a mile. I needed a rest half way through and suggested they go on as they were riding for pleasure and with some purposeful travel intentions as well. After I returned, sore in odd spots, with a minor scrape on one leg from a pedal mishap, and tired as well, I decided social was good.
At that point I took a minor rest, then called my friend and suggested we do something. We ended up driving up the canyon and shooting for a bit. Cans were what was available for targets. It was a good day to be out, though shooting was hampered a bit due to the holiday weekend hordes. Still, we got enough downrange to say we shot some, enjoyed the fresh and still slightly brisk mountain air, and had a pleasant drive.
After this, my hosts entertained at what is becoming a ritual Sunday dinner. To add to the event, a chocolate cake with sour cream frosting decorated to celebrate the upcoming closing event was the desert! Conversations are usually interesting. People do get teased about past and present situations. And the food is always good. From a rough start to a very good day, much better this way than the reverse.
I am quite tired today. No doubt I pushed things a bit yesterday. Still, in the days to come, I will probably have to push much harder. Getting things moved in, on my own. Setting up the bed, arranging furniture, arranging utilities and hookups, payments and whatever else... Life will see to it that there is little rest for this wicked one for some time to come. And gardening... I do want to put tomatoes, cucumbers, and something else in, even if only a small patch is worked or by needs created, but before time slips too far along into summer heat. Ugh... It is time to wake up and get to work.
Have a great day.
.
Wow, what a wonderful night of dreams. Beautiful women everywhere. Hugs, kisses, promises of more... as close as earth gets to heaven I should think. I woke fresh in more ways then one, but in the best of ways. I do not know if it is connected to a recent real life phenomenon but it could be. Since I found that the house was going through for certain, women have been becoming super attractive to me. I ought to be careful, in my current weakened state. I think though, for whatever reason, I have been holding off on a serious wife search until I have a nest within which to thrive with her. Oh, but those dreams will drive me.
Yesterday, after waking and beginning to function from the terrible dreams, my hosts invited me for a bicycle ride. I initially suspected I had not ridden a bike for 20 years, though upon a more exacting consideration, I realized it had been 29 or 30 years since I had ridden such a contraption. Still, I did well enough. I did not ride nearly as far as they did, however I suspect I pedaled a good half of a mile. I needed a rest half way through and suggested they go on as they were riding for pleasure and with some purposeful travel intentions as well. After I returned, sore in odd spots, with a minor scrape on one leg from a pedal mishap, and tired as well, I decided social was good.
At that point I took a minor rest, then called my friend and suggested we do something. We ended up driving up the canyon and shooting for a bit. Cans were what was available for targets. It was a good day to be out, though shooting was hampered a bit due to the holiday weekend hordes. Still, we got enough downrange to say we shot some, enjoyed the fresh and still slightly brisk mountain air, and had a pleasant drive.
After this, my hosts entertained at what is becoming a ritual Sunday dinner. To add to the event, a chocolate cake with sour cream frosting decorated to celebrate the upcoming closing event was the desert! Conversations are usually interesting. People do get teased about past and present situations. And the food is always good. From a rough start to a very good day, much better this way than the reverse.
I am quite tired today. No doubt I pushed things a bit yesterday. Still, in the days to come, I will probably have to push much harder. Getting things moved in, on my own. Setting up the bed, arranging furniture, arranging utilities and hookups, payments and whatever else... Life will see to it that there is little rest for this wicked one for some time to come. And gardening... I do want to put tomatoes, cucumbers, and something else in, even if only a small patch is worked or by needs created, but before time slips too far along into summer heat. Ugh... It is time to wake up and get to work.
Have a great day.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Dreaming.
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Sometimes my dreams are fantastic things. Any more, if I remember them, they were interesting, pleasant, or even pleasantly frightening in the vein of an enjoyed scary movie. But some, the ones I no longer remember, are no joy. I know I had them, if I am now spared the full memory of the events in them. These I have been dreaming of late. I usually do not realize I dreamed these dreams until having been awake for a bit, or at least until I am more fully awake which on some days is quicker. The last few days have been rough and today is the worst of the lot.
I know, pretty much, what the dreams were about. I dreamed, again, of war. It is a retched business, war. The views, scents, textures... the emotions... Terrible. I could describe them but you would really have had to 'be there' in order to understand. The things I see there would cause many to vomit. It simply is not a pleasant world. I have no idea, to this day, what to do with the feelings that remain, like a poison, disturbing my mind and body until I can shake the thing.
I suppose I will try to find my way out of the house, into the sun, and take a book of some sort. I am not prepared for Church, on a number of levels, today. People are both the victims and perpetrators of the horrors I witness, sharing time with them is difficult at this point. I know what lives under that gentle or terse smile, that firm handshake or pat on the back. I know the frailties of the flesh and bone I meet, I know it has stringent limitations. In spite of knowing that flesh is but an aspect of our learning here, I believe it to be a temple as well. A bloody mental and physical orange julius for me to consume in tears, terror, horror, and nausea. Ah, so be it. These have become rare, not weekly or even daily for weeks on end. They are not even three times a month anymore, or even monthly anymore. I suppose that is good. As well, I no longer need to view the material, running the memory of it, like a tongue, over the shattered teeth of my psyche.
So, a shower, a bit to eat which oddly tends to settle the stomach, and a quiet drive perhaps. Probably some tears. I hate those and cannot see how tears help, but I cannot always stop them.
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Sometimes my dreams are fantastic things. Any more, if I remember them, they were interesting, pleasant, or even pleasantly frightening in the vein of an enjoyed scary movie. But some, the ones I no longer remember, are no joy. I know I had them, if I am now spared the full memory of the events in them. These I have been dreaming of late. I usually do not realize I dreamed these dreams until having been awake for a bit, or at least until I am more fully awake which on some days is quicker. The last few days have been rough and today is the worst of the lot.
I know, pretty much, what the dreams were about. I dreamed, again, of war. It is a retched business, war. The views, scents, textures... the emotions... Terrible. I could describe them but you would really have had to 'be there' in order to understand. The things I see there would cause many to vomit. It simply is not a pleasant world. I have no idea, to this day, what to do with the feelings that remain, like a poison, disturbing my mind and body until I can shake the thing.
I suppose I will try to find my way out of the house, into the sun, and take a book of some sort. I am not prepared for Church, on a number of levels, today. People are both the victims and perpetrators of the horrors I witness, sharing time with them is difficult at this point. I know what lives under that gentle or terse smile, that firm handshake or pat on the back. I know the frailties of the flesh and bone I meet, I know it has stringent limitations. In spite of knowing that flesh is but an aspect of our learning here, I believe it to be a temple as well. A bloody mental and physical orange julius for me to consume in tears, terror, horror, and nausea. Ah, so be it. These have become rare, not weekly or even daily for weeks on end. They are not even three times a month anymore, or even monthly anymore. I suppose that is good. As well, I no longer need to view the material, running the memory of it, like a tongue, over the shattered teeth of my psyche.
So, a shower, a bit to eat which oddly tends to settle the stomach, and a quiet drive perhaps. Probably some tears. I hate those and cannot see how tears help, but I cannot always stop them.
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