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I am attempting to change my nights into days, or virtually, the reverse. I have been sleeping days and that is inconvenient. Not only with the homeowners home, but with the house hopefully on the verge of closing. Taking possession, moving in, and setting up do not require daylight living. Setting up utilities, arranging other business transactions, and getting help do require a day life. As well, and beyond those things, is my long time effort to make day time my awake time. Wrestling with this has never been fun or easy. I do not know how normals do it, I would buy that if I could, or rent it from them if allowed.
Not much else for today. I just wait and wonder. I have some idea that the waiting and wondering is not helping my sleep. I will figure it out, or at least well enough, soon enough.
Have a good day:)
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Good, bad, and paranoid?
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I found the roll and one of the cans of tobacco. It was my deal. My mistake. And, I am happy with that. I had asked them this morning about it, and by how they answered, I easily believed them. I just happened to look out onto the patio and saw it. Then I remembered I had helped move something out there, quite out of my usual routine, and had left the items there after the task was complete. I do feel bad, however, I have had some history with certain behaviors from people with a particular political notion. My mistake.
The house is set to close the 19th. Will it happen? I had been told that the inspection was done. I have now been told it has not been done. I understand the misunderstandings, they have plagued this deal from the beginning. It has been almost too much to track. I gave up trying some time ago. Every requirement met has brought about more requirements or refinements which add to the requirements. That is, well, the good. I think.
The bad is that the new furnace and ac will not be a part of the package. What I had been asked for was a quote and an estimate of savings. Between the owners not giving me copies of their utilities and the installers only giving partial information, one of them even excluding potential efficiency differences, I was already in a troubled area. Beyond that, and to my knowledge, a new requirement for the efficiency loan expansion, was an efficiency audit. That, according to the utility company, would not be done until the 20th. Which means nothing would go to the underwriters until that information was supplied. Which would add another week, at least (depending on how fast they got that in and how fast it was processed), to the closing date.
As to adding that package to the loan later, that would require a renegotion of the whole loan and a new loan taken out. Who knows how much that would cost, if it is possible, and how long it would take. As well, who knows how complex that would be and it would be without anyone else to help, guide, and try and keep the thing on track. It looks like I will be using, assuming I still get it, a large chunk of the $8,000 incentive toward a furnace and ac. I will use whatever remains toward the house. Furniture, water softener, reverse osmosis water system, washer and dryer, or whatever else I had been considering will simply have to wait until my cash funds can cover those needs. In the long run I am probably better off. In the short term, it will be a scramble to cover some of those (particularly the washer and dryer). Perhaps a good washer, and air drying until this fall when I can by a matching dryer? Yes, very possibly, that will be the way of it.
The good, the bad, the paranoid... just another typical day in the life of Doom. But, it's a good one in any case. The sun is shining. I have stayed up until after 14:00 in my move to make days my official operating time. The rest will just have to happen or not.
Have a good day yourselves!
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I found the roll and one of the cans of tobacco. It was my deal. My mistake. And, I am happy with that. I had asked them this morning about it, and by how they answered, I easily believed them. I just happened to look out onto the patio and saw it. Then I remembered I had helped move something out there, quite out of my usual routine, and had left the items there after the task was complete. I do feel bad, however, I have had some history with certain behaviors from people with a particular political notion. My mistake.
The house is set to close the 19th. Will it happen? I had been told that the inspection was done. I have now been told it has not been done. I understand the misunderstandings, they have plagued this deal from the beginning. It has been almost too much to track. I gave up trying some time ago. Every requirement met has brought about more requirements or refinements which add to the requirements. That is, well, the good. I think.
The bad is that the new furnace and ac will not be a part of the package. What I had been asked for was a quote and an estimate of savings. Between the owners not giving me copies of their utilities and the installers only giving partial information, one of them even excluding potential efficiency differences, I was already in a troubled area. Beyond that, and to my knowledge, a new requirement for the efficiency loan expansion, was an efficiency audit. That, according to the utility company, would not be done until the 20th. Which means nothing would go to the underwriters until that information was supplied. Which would add another week, at least (depending on how fast they got that in and how fast it was processed), to the closing date.
As to adding that package to the loan later, that would require a renegotion of the whole loan and a new loan taken out. Who knows how much that would cost, if it is possible, and how long it would take. As well, who knows how complex that would be and it would be without anyone else to help, guide, and try and keep the thing on track. It looks like I will be using, assuming I still get it, a large chunk of the $8,000 incentive toward a furnace and ac. I will use whatever remains toward the house. Furniture, water softener, reverse osmosis water system, washer and dryer, or whatever else I had been considering will simply have to wait until my cash funds can cover those needs. In the long run I am probably better off. In the short term, it will be a scramble to cover some of those (particularly the washer and dryer). Perhaps a good washer, and air drying until this fall when I can by a matching dryer? Yes, very possibly, that will be the way of it.
The good, the bad, the paranoid... just another typical day in the life of Doom. But, it's a good one in any case. The sun is shining. I have stayed up until after 14:00 in my move to make days my official operating time. The rest will just have to happen or not.
Have a good day yourselves!
At home.
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Lots of discussions about different things. They believe in evolution, they are atheist (one more actively, one more passively), they believe in the government (but not in people somehow) which also goes for science and scientists. I believe in little, less in men and flesh and science, not even necessarily in those who proclaim religion. I do believe in God, the bible rather much, and a few precepts bio-mechanically which modern science is probably based upon. Though in truth, science was created by religion and the military, both of which are eschewed by modern academics.
Debates require agreed upon terms, rules, and such. We do not truly debate. We take turns at the podium, give or take, and question the notions we oppose or attack those notions. I less attack or question than state how I see things. Debate is, to my mind, worthless. I have studied what I need to study, worked toward knowing what I think is important, and ignore the rest and pretty much set aside my studies once completed. I think they would really like me to believe what they believe, or not believe what I do believe. I, for my part, do not care if they believe cheese is actually soft gold, or that the moon is really the sun in disguise.
Now, when I hear things that do not make sense, I do query. If one does not believe in men, what they say or do, then how could one believe in a collection of men's work or government? If one believes in equality, then how can one believe in quotas? If one believes there is no God, that is one thing. But to say that science does not require just as much faith is not being honest or it is an ignorance that should be tended. Just because one has studied what other men say does not mean one understands or even that what one has come to believe is therefore true. That, simply put, is indoctrination.
My chew went missing the other day. So, today, I went out and bought a roll of tins and a separate can, a new kind to try. Both the roll and the single can went missing. I went and bought another can, which I will keep close. I am not sure if passive aggressive behavior is in play, but it would not be the first time. It is what I have come to expect from those who cannot cover for the holes in their theories or beliefs, and only because while being questioned or teased about my beliefs, I offer up the reasons for and the reasons against our disparate positions. My lady friend, several family members (to include my Mother), and others have this sort of behavior phenomenon. When they cannot debate or hold their ground, they continue on as if it is all good and then do little things, potentially expensive things, and what they perceive to be costly things (to me). Playing with my head, or attempting to do so, as a means of retribution for having weak arguments or simply understanding they have no leg to stand on in the naked light.
I actually do not defend religion as a logical thing, though I do claim science has no more claim than religion. I do realize that between education, indoctrination, choices, our inability to know much let alone to know all, our emotional states, and our physical and mental limitations, we are not a fundamentally reasonable creature. We have more in play than what we consciously know. We buy into things for our own reasons, or buy out of them. However, and we have not gotten to this point in the discussions yet, my ace in the hole is simple. Does evil exist? If they think so, then their must, by physics and almost every science of which I am aware, be an opposition. If nothing is evil, then nothing is wrong, and we can all go our merry way. Why, then, the need to try and enforce social codes, government actions, or anything? If there is no evil then nothing needs to be done, period.
Oh, I did sink Al "Internet" Gore though. I suggested, first, that he has made well over a hundred million dollars on his false science. They suggested it was not false, and I suggested that if it were not false, he would not be spending $24,000 dollars a month on "utilities" (at just one of his mansions), and spilling untold amounts of CO2 about the planet jetting around to wherever would pay him a little more (and windshield time and expense). Bah! Why I bother I do not know. They are no more logical about their beliefs then the best of the worst of religionists. Go figure, but I have known this forever.
Still, it passes time, has remained civil, and if I find my chew in a place I did not look, then whatever. Or, perhaps, it has simply been moved and they told me and I did not hear (it happens). I will see in the morning.
Tomorrow is another day at the office. I will first contact my V.A. financial worker and discuss the efficiency aspect of the loan (which they say can happen after closing but which I doubt, and even if true, I doubt there would be any real effort put into it). Like I said, even with new vehicle salesman, no matter what they promise you before getting your name on the line and you out the door, unless it is written in stone, even then only maybe, it is probably worthless. That is how I am viewing this new furnace and air conditioning aspect of the loan. If it does not happen now, it will not happen the day after the loan is completed. I do not see how it is possible. But, that is tomorrow.
Good night.
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Lots of discussions about different things. They believe in evolution, they are atheist (one more actively, one more passively), they believe in the government (but not in people somehow) which also goes for science and scientists. I believe in little, less in men and flesh and science, not even necessarily in those who proclaim religion. I do believe in God, the bible rather much, and a few precepts bio-mechanically which modern science is probably based upon. Though in truth, science was created by religion and the military, both of which are eschewed by modern academics.
Debates require agreed upon terms, rules, and such. We do not truly debate. We take turns at the podium, give or take, and question the notions we oppose or attack those notions. I less attack or question than state how I see things. Debate is, to my mind, worthless. I have studied what I need to study, worked toward knowing what I think is important, and ignore the rest and pretty much set aside my studies once completed. I think they would really like me to believe what they believe, or not believe what I do believe. I, for my part, do not care if they believe cheese is actually soft gold, or that the moon is really the sun in disguise.
Now, when I hear things that do not make sense, I do query. If one does not believe in men, what they say or do, then how could one believe in a collection of men's work or government? If one believes in equality, then how can one believe in quotas? If one believes there is no God, that is one thing. But to say that science does not require just as much faith is not being honest or it is an ignorance that should be tended. Just because one has studied what other men say does not mean one understands or even that what one has come to believe is therefore true. That, simply put, is indoctrination.
My chew went missing the other day. So, today, I went out and bought a roll of tins and a separate can, a new kind to try. Both the roll and the single can went missing. I went and bought another can, which I will keep close. I am not sure if passive aggressive behavior is in play, but it would not be the first time. It is what I have come to expect from those who cannot cover for the holes in their theories or beliefs, and only because while being questioned or teased about my beliefs, I offer up the reasons for and the reasons against our disparate positions. My lady friend, several family members (to include my Mother), and others have this sort of behavior phenomenon. When they cannot debate or hold their ground, they continue on as if it is all good and then do little things, potentially expensive things, and what they perceive to be costly things (to me). Playing with my head, or attempting to do so, as a means of retribution for having weak arguments or simply understanding they have no leg to stand on in the naked light.
I actually do not defend religion as a logical thing, though I do claim science has no more claim than religion. I do realize that between education, indoctrination, choices, our inability to know much let alone to know all, our emotional states, and our physical and mental limitations, we are not a fundamentally reasonable creature. We have more in play than what we consciously know. We buy into things for our own reasons, or buy out of them. However, and we have not gotten to this point in the discussions yet, my ace in the hole is simple. Does evil exist? If they think so, then their must, by physics and almost every science of which I am aware, be an opposition. If nothing is evil, then nothing is wrong, and we can all go our merry way. Why, then, the need to try and enforce social codes, government actions, or anything? If there is no evil then nothing needs to be done, period.
Oh, I did sink Al "Internet" Gore though. I suggested, first, that he has made well over a hundred million dollars on his false science. They suggested it was not false, and I suggested that if it were not false, he would not be spending $24,000 dollars a month on "utilities" (at just one of his mansions), and spilling untold amounts of CO2 about the planet jetting around to wherever would pay him a little more (and windshield time and expense). Bah! Why I bother I do not know. They are no more logical about their beliefs then the best of the worst of religionists. Go figure, but I have known this forever.
Still, it passes time, has remained civil, and if I find my chew in a place I did not look, then whatever. Or, perhaps, it has simply been moved and they told me and I did not hear (it happens). I will see in the morning.
Tomorrow is another day at the office. I will first contact my V.A. financial worker and discuss the efficiency aspect of the loan (which they say can happen after closing but which I doubt, and even if true, I doubt there would be any real effort put into it). Like I said, even with new vehicle salesman, no matter what they promise you before getting your name on the line and you out the door, unless it is written in stone, even then only maybe, it is probably worthless. That is how I am viewing this new furnace and air conditioning aspect of the loan. If it does not happen now, it will not happen the day after the loan is completed. I do not see how it is possible. But, that is tomorrow.
Good night.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
A close by the end of the week sounds possible.
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My broker came by today. I had planned to visit his office, however, he beat me to the punch. I did not wake until 14:30 or so, and was not moving fast then, so beating me off the line was not exactly a heralded event. I signed the form I thought I was going to have to track down myself, and my brokerage is sending that to the appropriated government agency which will complete the tasks, probably, it requires and pass the form the form frees to the agency in primary need for... Argh!1!!!!1134!@ Whatever. Enough. But I think that was the last one. All that remains is a final inspection after all the work has been completed. My broker believes the end of the week will see this done.
A couple of fried ham and cheese sandwiches were needed after my visit. Though the cheese I bought, what I had thought (and was packaged as) chipotla (sp?) cheddar, was horrid. It tasted like American cheese, or as cheese makers actually tried to get it mandated to be called, embalmed cheese (traditional cheese makers really did try to force that name on processed cheeses). The last cheddar cheese slices (this time just plain cheddar) tasted like this as well. I need to find good sliced cheese or a decent block of cheddar and a process by which I can slice my own in small batches while still storing the larger chunk longer term. Blathering, still not awake, but there it is. Just in case you wanted to know what was on my mind.
What else is going on I have no idea. Oh, I need to talk with someone at the local Verizon store. Someone has stolen my old phone or simply my phone number. It is being used for text messaging, phone calls, and has caused problems. I have known about this, if not the extent, for a bit, but I have been busy with business or busy hiding from business, and this is my first real opportunity to begin tending these side issues. I may be contacting a lawyer regarding this. On this matter I might well sue. Especially if it ends up that my phone walked out without being deprogrammed or if I believe any other shenanigans took place.
Well, tha, tha, that's all folks! Bidaba, bidaba, bidaba, good day!
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My broker came by today. I had planned to visit his office, however, he beat me to the punch. I did not wake until 14:30 or so, and was not moving fast then, so beating me off the line was not exactly a heralded event. I signed the form I thought I was going to have to track down myself, and my brokerage is sending that to the appropriated government agency which will complete the tasks, probably, it requires and pass the form the form frees to the agency in primary need for... Argh!1!!!!1134!@ Whatever. Enough. But I think that was the last one. All that remains is a final inspection after all the work has been completed. My broker believes the end of the week will see this done.
A couple of fried ham and cheese sandwiches were needed after my visit. Though the cheese I bought, what I had thought (and was packaged as) chipotla (sp?) cheddar, was horrid. It tasted like American cheese, or as cheese makers actually tried to get it mandated to be called, embalmed cheese (traditional cheese makers really did try to force that name on processed cheeses). The last cheddar cheese slices (this time just plain cheddar) tasted like this as well. I need to find good sliced cheese or a decent block of cheddar and a process by which I can slice my own in small batches while still storing the larger chunk longer term. Blathering, still not awake, but there it is. Just in case you wanted to know what was on my mind.
What else is going on I have no idea. Oh, I need to talk with someone at the local Verizon store. Someone has stolen my old phone or simply my phone number. It is being used for text messaging, phone calls, and has caused problems. I have known about this, if not the extent, for a bit, but I have been busy with business or busy hiding from business, and this is my first real opportunity to begin tending these side issues. I may be contacting a lawyer regarding this. On this matter I might well sue. Especially if it ends up that my phone walked out without being deprogrammed or if I believe any other shenanigans took place.
Well, tha, tha, that's all folks! Bidaba, bidaba, bidaba, good day!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Good, I think this will work.
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The owners are home and I think they were, for the most part, satisfied with my efforts. The lady of the house had a few issues with the kitchen. She prefers her counter spaces open and completely uncluttered. She did most of the work, though I loaned what efforts I could toward that goal. The rest of the place, to my knowledge, passed muster. What a relief.
As well, I was not sure about time here and how to work things. They had probably discussed this on the return and have a pretty good plan. First, the living situation is rather open. Coming and going is not a difficulty, nor is my odd schedule a problem. I may keep my hours, and usual affairs. However, for my part and own good to boot, I will maintain as slim and quiet of a profile as I may. My one thing is cooking. I will do this but I will also have to be more kempt in that affair. I think they will enjoy some of the foods I prepare and will be welcome to any meal. All are welcome and invited guests to my meals, that is just how that goes. I think I got that from my mother. A good woman to be sure. Next is timing. I was not sure how long they would willing allow an intruder in their domain. They also had a plan for that. The suggestion is that if by the end of the month the deal has not gone through, it is time for me to find another place. That is perfect and gives me enough room and a reasonable window to maneuver. I had some ideas, but this is not my house. The offer is generous.
I did leave for a bit, ostensibly to visit my friend. This I did do, however, my real motive was to allow them alone time to get settled, look over the place in my absence, and readjust as they saw fit. And, a little, to shake the nerves about the experience and get out myself. All good. I also took another load to the storage unit. I took one last night, if a little too late for a second trip. But I loaded the vehicle in preparation for another delivery when I returned from last night's trip. We went out to supper, and of course had breakfast. I love all day breakfasts! Then we drove by what may become my new house. It looks like the painting has been completed. It looked like nobody was home. They have two vehicles, neither of which have I ever seen in the garage, and neither of which was in the drive. The lights were off as well, all of them. But the curtains are still up and their cat (owner?) was there, looking out the window.
Tomorrow I get to visit my broker and finish the last pieces of an epic run to home ownership. We will see what we will see. I think everyone has had their doubts, their grumps, their failures, and their successes. It really did take a team to get this going. Successful or not, I would suggest that all, including the V.A. people, did precisely what they were supposed to do. I did my part too. As with, say, a basket ball team, even if everyone does everything they should and could, only one team wins. So too with this. Win or lose, we played the game and hard.
I was pleased to hear the owners of this house suggest that a good side to the house sale not going through is that they would have someone reliable, someone they trust, to live in their house again this winter. And, to be honest, that does not sound bad. I would find a summer rental and figure things out from there. It was nice to hear that they never had a worry about this place because I was here. That DOES say something. These are solid folk. Strange, academic, experienced in the world, propertied beyond their home, and practical in many ways. Yes, I will take that as a compliment.
Well, back to gaming. I am going to enjoy some relaxation time (as much as that is as deep into the inner working of the game as I have 'fallen'). But I love it and it does keep me active, on my toes, thinking, and learning. Cannot knock that. Oh, and it keeps me awake!
Have a great night, morning, or wherever in your day this finds you.
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The owners are home and I think they were, for the most part, satisfied with my efforts. The lady of the house had a few issues with the kitchen. She prefers her counter spaces open and completely uncluttered. She did most of the work, though I loaned what efforts I could toward that goal. The rest of the place, to my knowledge, passed muster. What a relief.
As well, I was not sure about time here and how to work things. They had probably discussed this on the return and have a pretty good plan. First, the living situation is rather open. Coming and going is not a difficulty, nor is my odd schedule a problem. I may keep my hours, and usual affairs. However, for my part and own good to boot, I will maintain as slim and quiet of a profile as I may. My one thing is cooking. I will do this but I will also have to be more kempt in that affair. I think they will enjoy some of the foods I prepare and will be welcome to any meal. All are welcome and invited guests to my meals, that is just how that goes. I think I got that from my mother. A good woman to be sure. Next is timing. I was not sure how long they would willing allow an intruder in their domain. They also had a plan for that. The suggestion is that if by the end of the month the deal has not gone through, it is time for me to find another place. That is perfect and gives me enough room and a reasonable window to maneuver. I had some ideas, but this is not my house. The offer is generous.
I did leave for a bit, ostensibly to visit my friend. This I did do, however, my real motive was to allow them alone time to get settled, look over the place in my absence, and readjust as they saw fit. And, a little, to shake the nerves about the experience and get out myself. All good. I also took another load to the storage unit. I took one last night, if a little too late for a second trip. But I loaded the vehicle in preparation for another delivery when I returned from last night's trip. We went out to supper, and of course had breakfast. I love all day breakfasts! Then we drove by what may become my new house. It looks like the painting has been completed. It looked like nobody was home. They have two vehicles, neither of which have I ever seen in the garage, and neither of which was in the drive. The lights were off as well, all of them. But the curtains are still up and their cat (owner?) was there, looking out the window.
Tomorrow I get to visit my broker and finish the last pieces of an epic run to home ownership. We will see what we will see. I think everyone has had their doubts, their grumps, their failures, and their successes. It really did take a team to get this going. Successful or not, I would suggest that all, including the V.A. people, did precisely what they were supposed to do. I did my part too. As with, say, a basket ball team, even if everyone does everything they should and could, only one team wins. So too with this. Win or lose, we played the game and hard.
I was pleased to hear the owners of this house suggest that a good side to the house sale not going through is that they would have someone reliable, someone they trust, to live in their house again this winter. And, to be honest, that does not sound bad. I would find a summer rental and figure things out from there. It was nice to hear that they never had a worry about this place because I was here. That DOES say something. These are solid folk. Strange, academic, experienced in the world, propertied beyond their home, and practical in many ways. Yes, I will take that as a compliment.
Well, back to gaming. I am going to enjoy some relaxation time (as much as that is as deep into the inner working of the game as I have 'fallen'). But I love it and it does keep me active, on my toes, thinking, and learning. Cannot knock that. Oh, and it keeps me awake!
Have a great night, morning, or wherever in your day this finds you.
I have done what I could.
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They are set to be home shortly. I am bushed, but told them I would wait up for them. They said there would be no need, that they would be quiet and plan on doing some visiting anyway. I suggested they could tromp around like elephants, I would sleep right through that. Ha! And it is true.
I did pretty much everything I intended to do. Perhaps not perfectly, perhaps not as someone else would have done those things. But I am satisfied that I have done what I am able to do, about what I can see, in the time I had. Still being here was quite a surprise, so adjusting to a changed schedule while figuring out what to do with the time, and having no place to move what I needed to move, all really put a crimp in my planned escape.
I have heard that the situation with the house might work. No details were relayed, and as a phone message I could not ask questions. I am done for the day, so following up on some things they want done (the tax form(s)?), digging into what the message eluded to by calling back, or such, are just not in the plans. I have nothing left. But I am satisfied. Tomorrow will work almost as good as today, further, tomorrow is all I have. There is no more today.
On that note, good day, night, morning, afternoon... ugh... Night night!
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They are set to be home shortly. I am bushed, but told them I would wait up for them. They said there would be no need, that they would be quiet and plan on doing some visiting anyway. I suggested they could tromp around like elephants, I would sleep right through that. Ha! And it is true.
I did pretty much everything I intended to do. Perhaps not perfectly, perhaps not as someone else would have done those things. But I am satisfied that I have done what I am able to do, about what I can see, in the time I had. Still being here was quite a surprise, so adjusting to a changed schedule while figuring out what to do with the time, and having no place to move what I needed to move, all really put a crimp in my planned escape.
I have heard that the situation with the house might work. No details were relayed, and as a phone message I could not ask questions. I am done for the day, so following up on some things they want done (the tax form(s)?), digging into what the message eluded to by calling back, or such, are just not in the plans. I have nothing left. But I am satisfied. Tomorrow will work almost as good as today, further, tomorrow is all I have. There is no more today.
On that note, good day, night, morning, afternoon... ugh... Night night!
Nearly done.
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Nothing is perfect, there is still work to be done, and even when I am finished there is more. I am discussing the preparations for the return of the owners of this house I am staying in. They are returning, to the best of my knowledge, today. I have been sniping the various tasks on a very long list of tasks. Bit by bit, one at a time usually, and over time, I have done most of what I wanted to do. There remain a few jobs which I will be completing before going to sleep. Oh, and I should leave a note so that should they return in my sleep cycle, they will have some options.
I purchased a few gifts for them, replaced an item or two, and of course I have been trying to get the house in presentable shape. I will not win awards on that last, though perhaps they will not be in shock (or at least not in the bad (or worst) way). I am trying to do a little extra for a number of reasons, to include that we will be sharing a house for a while, their house with their rules. It is complicated. I am, well, not kempt in my general ways. I like to clean up from time to time, but my... how to put it... tolerances on the day to day are rather loose. I am not able to overcome that, so it will be interesting. Perhaps if I contain my messes to a few localized areas, it will not gain as much... attention.
In any case, tomorrow is their return date. I will have done most of what I needed and wanted to complete by this time (surprise surprise!). After that, it is all up in the air all over again. If I rise in a reasonable hour tomorrow, I will begin figuring out where to find the form I need to file to have the form sent to the people who will use the form for... something. None of my affair, I suppose. Still, I think most people in this effort have been doing what they can and must. Everyone is scrambling for the goal and their own goals. Those goals, quite by the nature of things, are contrary. My broker, for example, is playing on the needs and wants of the seller, as well as mine. I am playing the brokers against each other, against the seller, and against costs, the price, and the underwriter's notions. The seller has his own situation. It is confrontational, selfish, harsh, and difficult. And, really, that is how it is supposed to be. It is not a flaw in the works, at least in a fallen world, perhaps even in a perfected world the haggle will prove necessity which will grant access? Who knows.
I remember when my brother wanted something of mine. I knew him to always be shy of money, so money was important to him. I also knew that he wanted everything I had. So, to distinguish real want from fake, I would ask for money if he said he really wanted something of mine. If he saved, I knew he was earnest. I would check the progress. Not ever time, otherwise he would have learned the trick and just abused it, I would give it too him when he got to the half way mark of savings (over a couple of weeks of allowance), or sell it to him at half what I had suggested. I like to think, now, that this is a part of all sales... How badly do you really want something? Are you willing to work? Are you willing to do a bunch of useless paperwork, are you able to complete the paperwork? Do you have the money? So be it.
Well, back to work. I have been tinkering as well. A bit of play, a bit of work, a bit more play, and so on. But that has been successful, mostly. Now it's back to work.
Good night, good day, whatever. I want to sleep but I am almost done.
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Nothing is perfect, there is still work to be done, and even when I am finished there is more. I am discussing the preparations for the return of the owners of this house I am staying in. They are returning, to the best of my knowledge, today. I have been sniping the various tasks on a very long list of tasks. Bit by bit, one at a time usually, and over time, I have done most of what I wanted to do. There remain a few jobs which I will be completing before going to sleep. Oh, and I should leave a note so that should they return in my sleep cycle, they will have some options.
I purchased a few gifts for them, replaced an item or two, and of course I have been trying to get the house in presentable shape. I will not win awards on that last, though perhaps they will not be in shock (or at least not in the bad (or worst) way). I am trying to do a little extra for a number of reasons, to include that we will be sharing a house for a while, their house with their rules. It is complicated. I am, well, not kempt in my general ways. I like to clean up from time to time, but my... how to put it... tolerances on the day to day are rather loose. I am not able to overcome that, so it will be interesting. Perhaps if I contain my messes to a few localized areas, it will not gain as much... attention.
In any case, tomorrow is their return date. I will have done most of what I needed and wanted to complete by this time (surprise surprise!). After that, it is all up in the air all over again. If I rise in a reasonable hour tomorrow, I will begin figuring out where to find the form I need to file to have the form sent to the people who will use the form for... something. None of my affair, I suppose. Still, I think most people in this effort have been doing what they can and must. Everyone is scrambling for the goal and their own goals. Those goals, quite by the nature of things, are contrary. My broker, for example, is playing on the needs and wants of the seller, as well as mine. I am playing the brokers against each other, against the seller, and against costs, the price, and the underwriter's notions. The seller has his own situation. It is confrontational, selfish, harsh, and difficult. And, really, that is how it is supposed to be. It is not a flaw in the works, at least in a fallen world, perhaps even in a perfected world the haggle will prove necessity which will grant access? Who knows.
I remember when my brother wanted something of mine. I knew him to always be shy of money, so money was important to him. I also knew that he wanted everything I had. So, to distinguish real want from fake, I would ask for money if he said he really wanted something of mine. If he saved, I knew he was earnest. I would check the progress. Not ever time, otherwise he would have learned the trick and just abused it, I would give it too him when he got to the half way mark of savings (over a couple of weeks of allowance), or sell it to him at half what I had suggested. I like to think, now, that this is a part of all sales... How badly do you really want something? Are you willing to work? Are you willing to do a bunch of useless paperwork, are you able to complete the paperwork? Do you have the money? So be it.
Well, back to work. I have been tinkering as well. A bit of play, a bit of work, a bit more play, and so on. But that has been successful, mostly. Now it's back to work.
Good night, good day, whatever. I want to sleep but I am almost done.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Today and tomorrow.
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That is what I have to finish up my work on and in the house. I think I can get much done, probably all of it. Doing a little at a time, where and when I could, has left me in a decent position to finish out. One thing that bothers me is that it has been a bit too cold to do a decent airing out of the place. I had hoped to have the furnace off and the windows open for a week. And though I am a hot body and can handle the cold, the 30's are even a bit beyond my ken (at least to be in AND work). I suppose I could handle the cold if I did not also need to be more high functioning.
Boxes have still not been moved. That will be a tomorrow thing. As well, I need to find more boxes for what I have here. I also need to gather my items down to the basement room in a retreat from their spaces, while we figure out what is happening with the house or a rental. This is insane, in a way. The house was supposed to be closed April 23rd. Here we are almost midway through May and at a standstill, no further along than we were on the 23rd. Yes, I will take some blame. Up to, say, May 1st. After that, it has been out of my hands. And to that point I was only partially to blame. Then again, blame is not quite the operative word. Things happen, documents and this and that are needed, and the world turns. Blame is overused and incorrectly used too often, it is a lazy man's word. But, there it is, you figure out the proper word?
A bit of coffee, a small list of items needed from the store, a few dishes to knock out (and they are soaking in hot sudsy water) as I start my final offensive on the final tasks, and I am blogging here on my way to work. I hope the day is as fruitful as I intend. Have a great day, or night as the truth is here and may be in your case too. What Ever, Man.
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That is what I have to finish up my work on and in the house. I think I can get much done, probably all of it. Doing a little at a time, where and when I could, has left me in a decent position to finish out. One thing that bothers me is that it has been a bit too cold to do a decent airing out of the place. I had hoped to have the furnace off and the windows open for a week. And though I am a hot body and can handle the cold, the 30's are even a bit beyond my ken (at least to be in AND work). I suppose I could handle the cold if I did not also need to be more high functioning.
Boxes have still not been moved. That will be a tomorrow thing. As well, I need to find more boxes for what I have here. I also need to gather my items down to the basement room in a retreat from their spaces, while we figure out what is happening with the house or a rental. This is insane, in a way. The house was supposed to be closed April 23rd. Here we are almost midway through May and at a standstill, no further along than we were on the 23rd. Yes, I will take some blame. Up to, say, May 1st. After that, it has been out of my hands. And to that point I was only partially to blame. Then again, blame is not quite the operative word. Things happen, documents and this and that are needed, and the world turns. Blame is overused and incorrectly used too often, it is a lazy man's word. But, there it is, you figure out the proper word?
A bit of coffee, a small list of items needed from the store, a few dishes to knock out (and they are soaking in hot sudsy water) as I start my final offensive on the final tasks, and I am blogging here on my way to work. I hope the day is as fruitful as I intend. Have a great day, or night as the truth is here and may be in your case too. What Ever, Man.
The form.
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I have received correspondence back regarding which form to file in order to get the other form from one government office to the next. Now, where I get this form, whether I have all the pertinent information with which to fill it out correctly, and why it would matter as they have no greater of an idea about who I am from filling out a form than they do from talking to me on the phone is beyond my speculative powers at this point in time. If this was information I was obtaining for my records, sure. But since it is information going from one government office to another, they should be able to skip this. Of course, without layers of bull shit, half the government "workers" would be out of a job. All vital jobs, all the time. Sort of like CNN being US news and colleges being about education. Then again, one might speculate that all of those (public or private schools, through grants, student loans, and whatever else) are government workers too (media obviously, for reasons all their own).
Rambling, bedtime, sleep, good night... morning actually but that is not the point. Ugh.
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I have received correspondence back regarding which form to file in order to get the other form from one government office to the next. Now, where I get this form, whether I have all the pertinent information with which to fill it out correctly, and why it would matter as they have no greater of an idea about who I am from filling out a form than they do from talking to me on the phone is beyond my speculative powers at this point in time. If this was information I was obtaining for my records, sure. But since it is information going from one government office to another, they should be able to skip this. Of course, without layers of bull shit, half the government "workers" would be out of a job. All vital jobs, all the time. Sort of like CNN being US news and colleges being about education. Then again, one might speculate that all of those (public or private schools, through grants, student loans, and whatever else) are government workers too (media obviously, for reasons all their own).
Rambling, bedtime, sleep, good night... morning actually but that is not the point. Ugh.
Friday, May 7, 2010
I do not think so.
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I am getting the feeling that the owners were not working in good faith. Whether they decided not to sell, believe (or actually do) have a better offer, or simply cannot believe the financial situation they are in and the loss of value (perhaps complete loss of all they money they put into the house and used as a down?) and so are going to make it as hard on a buyer as they can, I don't know. But they are not even trying and I feel, now, as if they never really did.
They are going through the motions to make it look like they are selling, but they really are not doing so. Whether that is just about me, whether it would be that way with anyone, I do not know. I am positive that this deal was dead before it started. Maybe I am wrong, but... Having met the owners, I felt as if... something was up. I felt like there was something going on behind the scenes. I could be wrong, I am not without paranoia, still... I got a nagging feeling and it will not go.
I am becoming more and more sure that the deal is dead. I think it started out dead, but whatever. The only left is for the doctor to a final bureaucratic check and then call for the boys at the morgue. And yet, who knows. Perhaps the owners are being forced out by financial and familial situations that make the whole thing simply hard to swallow. It can be difficult to deal openly or nicely when one feels cornered. A buyer to a house they love would, in some small way at least, perhaps seem to be a part of the crowd which cornered them. The economy, perhaps bad (or even good but failed) financial and or business plans, changing family situation(s), and... everyone can seem the enemy. Then pile on the V.A., a seeming slaggard, a pile of paperwork, and the meanness of the real markets. Still, even with that, I sense the deal was never intended to be completed.
So be it, but I am stuck between places until "the doctor" makes the call. It is not my favorite of "places", but it is one which is familiar. At least I am not the one holding a house in a dead market. If I do find a place to rent, it is going to have to allow for a cat. I will get a cat, one way or the other. My one concession to my needs, I think. Stupid cats... women... people! Bah! :P
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I am getting the feeling that the owners were not working in good faith. Whether they decided not to sell, believe (or actually do) have a better offer, or simply cannot believe the financial situation they are in and the loss of value (perhaps complete loss of all they money they put into the house and used as a down?) and so are going to make it as hard on a buyer as they can, I don't know. But they are not even trying and I feel, now, as if they never really did.
They are going through the motions to make it look like they are selling, but they really are not doing so. Whether that is just about me, whether it would be that way with anyone, I do not know. I am positive that this deal was dead before it started. Maybe I am wrong, but... Having met the owners, I felt as if... something was up. I felt like there was something going on behind the scenes. I could be wrong, I am not without paranoia, still... I got a nagging feeling and it will not go.
I am becoming more and more sure that the deal is dead. I think it started out dead, but whatever. The only left is for the doctor to a final bureaucratic check and then call for the boys at the morgue. And yet, who knows. Perhaps the owners are being forced out by financial and familial situations that make the whole thing simply hard to swallow. It can be difficult to deal openly or nicely when one feels cornered. A buyer to a house they love would, in some small way at least, perhaps seem to be a part of the crowd which cornered them. The economy, perhaps bad (or even good but failed) financial and or business plans, changing family situation(s), and... everyone can seem the enemy. Then pile on the V.A., a seeming slaggard, a pile of paperwork, and the meanness of the real markets. Still, even with that, I sense the deal was never intended to be completed.
So be it, but I am stuck between places until "the doctor" makes the call. It is not my favorite of "places", but it is one which is familiar. At least I am not the one holding a house in a dead market. If I do find a place to rent, it is going to have to allow for a cat. I will get a cat, one way or the other. My one concession to my needs, I think. Stupid cats... women... people! Bah! :P
I've been looking at this...
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and chuckling for some time now. This is what happens when I 'fall down'. People can try to help, pull, push, or whatever... but it just ain't happening... This is me when nothing works.
Or, as I have titled it... getting things done my way.
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and chuckling for some time now. This is what happens when I 'fall down'. People can try to help, pull, push, or whatever... but it just ain't happening... This is me when nothing works.
Or, as I have titled it... getting things done my way.
A troubled proposition.
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My broker called today and suggested that the sale is seeming quite unlikely. The work needed, from a rough quote, could be from $500 to $4,000, and that is just to open a space for further inspection, as well as doing a few required by inspection fixes. The actual quote will cost another $50. Nothing I had not seen coming miles away and already been considering. And, yes, I do have a plan.
The current owners, most likely, will not be able to sell their house without those fixes, at a minimum the need to open a space to allow for a full inspection. What had been lax has become draconian, as far as home sales, inspections, financing, and such. The mood, reality, and financial situation of more and more people do not favor a quick sale, perhaps any kind of sale. So...
If they can allow another month to slip by, bring half of the cost in cash, and perhaps do some of the work with me, I think we can salvage this deal. I have one caveat. If the inspection once the opening is created happens and there is a further outlay required, I will have to be exempt from my half of the payment. At that point, it becomes impossible for me to help more or to lose more. I will be discussing this with my broker this morning, and have it relayed to the owners for a decision.
Barring that, the deal is dead. I will not fork out, or even risk, more than what I am offering, soft as that is. If nothing else, it would put them one step closer to an actual sale, if the inspection ends up worse than expected. On my part, it will mean I did not merely get cold feet. All I will risk, at this point, is some sweat equity, as some are wont to call it. Perhaps that IS sweat off my brow, but it is something I would gladly shed, even if only to help another. Or more precisely, intentionally to help another with no gain to myself. That is never a bad thing. What you lose here, in a good cause, you store where it is important. Though that I have a potential stake in this makes that moot, I think. Then again, God has His own calculator and tabulation tables. Sorry, but I am not privy to those.
Oh, I also need to call the IRS. It seems that the V.A., knowing I am 100% permanent and total in their disability, still needs IRS vindications of some sort or other. So, a phone call, some fibbing (not about my tax situation or for financial gain, mind you), and a chat should deal with that. All, of course, under the notion that this will mean anything in the end.
Well, is that not how life is though? It seems to be happening more often and more harshly now. The banks are going under and the government is doing what it can to help them to do so. It is all a sham, but it always has been, since we failed the first test. We simply have not improved and are not likely to improve, collectively or singly. I suppose we could just up and quit, but... I am not seeing that as any kind of solution. Even God sort of frowns on that. So, on we go, through the nether of our own decay, fault, folly, and seeming irrelevance. I think, in the end, that is our lot. Blind, foolish, lusty, and hungry, we learn.
Live long and prosper.
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My broker called today and suggested that the sale is seeming quite unlikely. The work needed, from a rough quote, could be from $500 to $4,000, and that is just to open a space for further inspection, as well as doing a few required by inspection fixes. The actual quote will cost another $50. Nothing I had not seen coming miles away and already been considering. And, yes, I do have a plan.
The current owners, most likely, will not be able to sell their house without those fixes, at a minimum the need to open a space to allow for a full inspection. What had been lax has become draconian, as far as home sales, inspections, financing, and such. The mood, reality, and financial situation of more and more people do not favor a quick sale, perhaps any kind of sale. So...
If they can allow another month to slip by, bring half of the cost in cash, and perhaps do some of the work with me, I think we can salvage this deal. I have one caveat. If the inspection once the opening is created happens and there is a further outlay required, I will have to be exempt from my half of the payment. At that point, it becomes impossible for me to help more or to lose more. I will be discussing this with my broker this morning, and have it relayed to the owners for a decision.
Barring that, the deal is dead. I will not fork out, or even risk, more than what I am offering, soft as that is. If nothing else, it would put them one step closer to an actual sale, if the inspection ends up worse than expected. On my part, it will mean I did not merely get cold feet. All I will risk, at this point, is some sweat equity, as some are wont to call it. Perhaps that IS sweat off my brow, but it is something I would gladly shed, even if only to help another. Or more precisely, intentionally to help another with no gain to myself. That is never a bad thing. What you lose here, in a good cause, you store where it is important. Though that I have a potential stake in this makes that moot, I think. Then again, God has His own calculator and tabulation tables. Sorry, but I am not privy to those.
Oh, I also need to call the IRS. It seems that the V.A., knowing I am 100% permanent and total in their disability, still needs IRS vindications of some sort or other. So, a phone call, some fibbing (not about my tax situation or for financial gain, mind you), and a chat should deal with that. All, of course, under the notion that this will mean anything in the end.
Well, is that not how life is though? It seems to be happening more often and more harshly now. The banks are going under and the government is doing what it can to help them to do so. It is all a sham, but it always has been, since we failed the first test. We simply have not improved and are not likely to improve, collectively or singly. I suppose we could just up and quit, but... I am not seeing that as any kind of solution. Even God sort of frowns on that. So, on we go, through the nether of our own decay, fault, folly, and seeming irrelevance. I think, in the end, that is our lot. Blind, foolish, lusty, and hungry, we learn.
Live long and prosper.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The cleaning.
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Much is yet to be done, some may not get done, but some has been done. I did a little research and found a vacuum I thought I could trust. It's a Eureka, uses bags, full size (or as much as vacuums get to full size, since they are made for women), and works well. Hepa filter? Meh, it has it but so what? I do not think they make them without it now, do they? Still, at $140 or so after tax, I cannot complain so far. And, yes, it has been taken out of the box, assembled, AND used!
The living room, kitchen, and dining room are pretty much good. The bedrooms need a bit of work and laundry, the bathrooms need a good run through, and I need to get boxes moved. Today was going to be boxes, but I simply could not sleep last night. Why, I cannot say.
I missed an appointment this morning, but it does not matter. They were going to do a blood test for the medicines I am taking, but after ordering them and checking on them, they have failed to arrive in this last 2 to 3 weeks. I will have to order again. I had meant to call, but the lack of sleep just did not allow the simple concentration to do so. Wait, I might still have time!
I am hoping, after a bit of a nap, I will still have time to load one or two loads of boxes over storage. That should be all of the boxes I currently have here. Then, of course, I will need to get more boxes and begin working on the day to day stuff I have around the house. I will leave some food. Some of it replacement for some of their stuff I used, some of it simply in gratitude (things I like that they may not have tried). I do not know how fussy they are, food wise, so may get some of it returned. I plan on offering them a small monetary token of gratitude as well. Perhaps $150 dollars as a thank you. Trust me, having a house, garage, and privacy for the same price as a busy college dormitory (essentially) was worth far more than what I paid.
After the boxes today, tomorrow is bathrooms for sure. Perhaps some yard work as well. The days are getting short for their return, and I am nervous. It is almost like having one's parents return from a visit somewhere for an extended time. Perhaps they know the place will not be perfect, but they will be disappointed if there has not at least been an attempt made to give some credence to their trust in me. Then again, I am a man, a bachelor at that, and disabled on top of it. Still, it would be nice to be surprisingly kempt (seeming). These are people who I think I would like to remain friends with. For their age, and probably any age, they seem alive, interesting, and active. Atheist? Yeah. Academic? Sure. And? Like is sometimes simply chemistry. And perhaps a mutual way that is parallel, if not exactly identical. I may be wrong but I fail to skip the chance at hope. Even in people, maybe especially in people.
Well, let me get to that phone call, get a nap, and then hopefully get more done today. Here is hoping that your and my day ends up with successes. Even the small ones count. Be well, find love, and... I dunno... hush! :P
Update:
I called the V.A. in time, I think, to let the clinic know I would not be arriving and why. Then I had them transfer my call to pharmacy. While waiting, I was disconnected. I called back and after another goodly wait, I did get through. The woman spoke with such a heavy oriental accent that I could not, for the most part, understand her. What I did pick up is that one of my high blood pressure medicines has been discontinued, she will send the Lisinopril, but she will have to speak with my "doctor" before sending the Ritalin. I can guess on that answer. It looks like the gig is up. No Ritalin, no medicine. I simply will not be force to sleep like that, and cannot take my medicines effectively without it anyway.
Another day in a dogs life. From what I am hearing about my brother's "care" at the V.A., I am realizing it really is not me, just me, or about me. It does not matter if it is a back injury suffered in the service or whatever it is that is wrong with me. It is simply a system that is broke, was broken on purpose, and no longer serves the purpose for which it was intended. Thank the Democrats for throwing money at a solution that was meant to fail.
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Much is yet to be done, some may not get done, but some has been done. I did a little research and found a vacuum I thought I could trust. It's a Eureka, uses bags, full size (or as much as vacuums get to full size, since they are made for women), and works well. Hepa filter? Meh, it has it but so what? I do not think they make them without it now, do they? Still, at $140 or so after tax, I cannot complain so far. And, yes, it has been taken out of the box, assembled, AND used!
The living room, kitchen, and dining room are pretty much good. The bedrooms need a bit of work and laundry, the bathrooms need a good run through, and I need to get boxes moved. Today was going to be boxes, but I simply could not sleep last night. Why, I cannot say.
I missed an appointment this morning, but it does not matter. They were going to do a blood test for the medicines I am taking, but after ordering them and checking on them, they have failed to arrive in this last 2 to 3 weeks. I will have to order again. I had meant to call, but the lack of sleep just did not allow the simple concentration to do so. Wait, I might still have time!
I am hoping, after a bit of a nap, I will still have time to load one or two loads of boxes over storage. That should be all of the boxes I currently have here. Then, of course, I will need to get more boxes and begin working on the day to day stuff I have around the house. I will leave some food. Some of it replacement for some of their stuff I used, some of it simply in gratitude (things I like that they may not have tried). I do not know how fussy they are, food wise, so may get some of it returned. I plan on offering them a small monetary token of gratitude as well. Perhaps $150 dollars as a thank you. Trust me, having a house, garage, and privacy for the same price as a busy college dormitory (essentially) was worth far more than what I paid.
After the boxes today, tomorrow is bathrooms for sure. Perhaps some yard work as well. The days are getting short for their return, and I am nervous. It is almost like having one's parents return from a visit somewhere for an extended time. Perhaps they know the place will not be perfect, but they will be disappointed if there has not at least been an attempt made to give some credence to their trust in me. Then again, I am a man, a bachelor at that, and disabled on top of it. Still, it would be nice to be surprisingly kempt (seeming). These are people who I think I would like to remain friends with. For their age, and probably any age, they seem alive, interesting, and active. Atheist? Yeah. Academic? Sure. And? Like is sometimes simply chemistry. And perhaps a mutual way that is parallel, if not exactly identical. I may be wrong but I fail to skip the chance at hope. Even in people, maybe especially in people.
Well, let me get to that phone call, get a nap, and then hopefully get more done today. Here is hoping that your and my day ends up with successes. Even the small ones count. Be well, find love, and... I dunno... hush! :P
Update:
I called the V.A. in time, I think, to let the clinic know I would not be arriving and why. Then I had them transfer my call to pharmacy. While waiting, I was disconnected. I called back and after another goodly wait, I did get through. The woman spoke with such a heavy oriental accent that I could not, for the most part, understand her. What I did pick up is that one of my high blood pressure medicines has been discontinued, she will send the Lisinopril, but she will have to speak with my "doctor" before sending the Ritalin. I can guess on that answer. It looks like the gig is up. No Ritalin, no medicine. I simply will not be force to sleep like that, and cannot take my medicines effectively without it anyway.
Another day in a dogs life. From what I am hearing about my brother's "care" at the V.A., I am realizing it really is not me, just me, or about me. It does not matter if it is a back injury suffered in the service or whatever it is that is wrong with me. It is simply a system that is broke, was broken on purpose, and no longer serves the purpose for which it was intended. Thank the Democrats for throwing money at a solution that was meant to fail.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Ouch, or as I like to say now, "Wouch".
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I slept hard. I mean rock hard. I had my alarm set for 10:00. Getting to bed by 2:00 or 2:30 should have seen a wake up at that time as feasible. Not so. I would not give up though. I kept pressing snooze in the mad hopes of being able to arise the next alarm. I finally surrendered at 11:30 or so, turning off the alarm. Waking at 14:00 or a little before or after, I still feel like a rock. Stone cold tired and in some pain. I just will not sleep anymore anyway. Chalk it up to a rough one and call it good.
I have only a week to get the house ready for the owner's to return, the one I am staying in. It is not too bad, but there is some work. To that end, and in preparation to my own home ownership, I think I will investigate vacuum cleaners and buy a good one. The rest after vacuuming is just a bit of neatening, moving a few boxes to storage or the house, a bit of mopping and such, and some airing out of the place (whether the weather agrees or not). A bit each day should see me in good shape, and by God, this time I will do it! I really appreciate staying in this place, a home, rather than in that retched apartment. And, I like these people. Bother that they be academics and atheists, I like them. It is just how it is. I am, sometimes, quite picky about who I like too.
Well, a little tinkering to wake up, a little work, and then on with whatever happens today.
You all have a good day. Remember God too. Beside it being His day (for us, even so, and oddly), understand we are on His mind every day. Do not feel blessed? Perhaps you do not understand. Your very breath is His blessing. If that is not a blessing to you, I dare you to simply stop doing so. But before you do, look around, talk to someone, find someone who cares (there are many of us who do), go have a nice dinner, and fiddle with a project or craft or distraction. Then decide. Maybe even a good nights sleep will get you over a hump. Even my rough one allowed a good control-alt-delete for me.
Be loved!
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I slept hard. I mean rock hard. I had my alarm set for 10:00. Getting to bed by 2:00 or 2:30 should have seen a wake up at that time as feasible. Not so. I would not give up though. I kept pressing snooze in the mad hopes of being able to arise the next alarm. I finally surrendered at 11:30 or so, turning off the alarm. Waking at 14:00 or a little before or after, I still feel like a rock. Stone cold tired and in some pain. I just will not sleep anymore anyway. Chalk it up to a rough one and call it good.
I have only a week to get the house ready for the owner's to return, the one I am staying in. It is not too bad, but there is some work. To that end, and in preparation to my own home ownership, I think I will investigate vacuum cleaners and buy a good one. The rest after vacuuming is just a bit of neatening, moving a few boxes to storage or the house, a bit of mopping and such, and some airing out of the place (whether the weather agrees or not). A bit each day should see me in good shape, and by God, this time I will do it! I really appreciate staying in this place, a home, rather than in that retched apartment. And, I like these people. Bother that they be academics and atheists, I like them. It is just how it is. I am, sometimes, quite picky about who I like too.
Well, a little tinkering to wake up, a little work, and then on with whatever happens today.
You all have a good day. Remember God too. Beside it being His day (for us, even so, and oddly), understand we are on His mind every day. Do not feel blessed? Perhaps you do not understand. Your very breath is His blessing. If that is not a blessing to you, I dare you to simply stop doing so. But before you do, look around, talk to someone, find someone who cares (there are many of us who do), go have a nice dinner, and fiddle with a project or craft or distraction. Then decide. Maybe even a good nights sleep will get you over a hump. Even my rough one allowed a good control-alt-delete for me.
Be loved!
Friday, April 30, 2010
It is a go.
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.
I finally got an straight answer. They decided, definitively, to have someone in to do the work. The last thing, that I know of, was having the crawlspace enlarged. Of course, the work will have to be done and then it will have to be inspected along with all other work. As well, what can in theory be accessed through the enlarged opening must also be inspected. That is as good as it gets for now. But that is enough that I will take my foot of the brake and go ahead with anything I can do.
Why it took two weeks or more to get a definitive decision on these things in spite of having everyone press ahead ignorantly, I have no idea. Why the conflicting reports of what would and could be done, again, I do not know. I feel like the world merely messes with me from time to time, to see if I will go ahead and jump off a cliff or something. Well, no, I will not. I will not blindly follow someone who has no skin in the game while they set me up for failure. I simply will not do so. Faith in men falls somewhere between lacking and non-existent. Especially business men. And woman are simply business men in skirts and dresses, so no leeway there either.
If my broker and company end up not liking me, I can deal with that. They did a lot of work but they messed up just like the rest of us. Same with the seller, their agent, and the V.A. I really do not think anyone knows what they are collectively doing, to be honest. Or, the way things are usually done is quite... loose. The V.A. and myself seem to be a bit more particular, if in our own ways.
Oh well, if it gets done, and rightly, it is all good. And, yes, I will thank the parties involved and be grateful for their efforts. Mistakes happen. I certainly was not perfect, or even very on the ball. I did what I could, when I could, how I could. And I would guess that is all anyone did, if some were better at staying with it and getting some things right than others.
Well, good night.
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I finally got an straight answer. They decided, definitively, to have someone in to do the work. The last thing, that I know of, was having the crawlspace enlarged. Of course, the work will have to be done and then it will have to be inspected along with all other work. As well, what can in theory be accessed through the enlarged opening must also be inspected. That is as good as it gets for now. But that is enough that I will take my foot of the brake and go ahead with anything I can do.
Why it took two weeks or more to get a definitive decision on these things in spite of having everyone press ahead ignorantly, I have no idea. Why the conflicting reports of what would and could be done, again, I do not know. I feel like the world merely messes with me from time to time, to see if I will go ahead and jump off a cliff or something. Well, no, I will not. I will not blindly follow someone who has no skin in the game while they set me up for failure. I simply will not do so. Faith in men falls somewhere between lacking and non-existent. Especially business men. And woman are simply business men in skirts and dresses, so no leeway there either.
If my broker and company end up not liking me, I can deal with that. They did a lot of work but they messed up just like the rest of us. Same with the seller, their agent, and the V.A. I really do not think anyone knows what they are collectively doing, to be honest. Or, the way things are usually done is quite... loose. The V.A. and myself seem to be a bit more particular, if in our own ways.
Oh well, if it gets done, and rightly, it is all good. And, yes, I will thank the parties involved and be grateful for their efforts. Mistakes happen. I certainly was not perfect, or even very on the ball. I did what I could, when I could, how I could. And I would guess that is all anyone did, if some were better at staying with it and getting some things right than others.
Well, good night.
Missed a call.
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My broker called while I was otherwise busy. I called him back moments later. No answer. Since I had no information for him I did not leave a message. His "message" only indicated that he wanted to see what was going on. Well, nothing is going on or will go on until the repairs are complete. Repairs I cannot order, financially cover, or handle in any manner. They have had 3 weeks to decide to do or not do these things and they have not done them. As far as I am concerned, the deal is over, the owners simply need to admit it and return my money. Perhaps they will surprise me, though I have great doubts.
I went out to eat tonight. Ribs. Not the best, but okay. And, of course it being a college town, a gay waiter. I despise male servers, but I really despise gay ones. Then again, are there non-gay waiters? I am sure there are a few. Or at least the smart ones do not lisp like they have something in their mouth. Get outta here!
Well, bedtime. I will find out more when I find out more. Perhaps they want me to end the deal so they can keep the $500. It is not going to happen. They will have to admit they are not going to have the work done or the financial deal will just have to time out. I will do nothing more, but I will also not end negotiations, such as they are. I will sleep well and begin looking for a place to rent. Somewhere away from the gayness that is academia. Blah... Good night.
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My broker called while I was otherwise busy. I called him back moments later. No answer. Since I had no information for him I did not leave a message. His "message" only indicated that he wanted to see what was going on. Well, nothing is going on or will go on until the repairs are complete. Repairs I cannot order, financially cover, or handle in any manner. They have had 3 weeks to decide to do or not do these things and they have not done them. As far as I am concerned, the deal is over, the owners simply need to admit it and return my money. Perhaps they will surprise me, though I have great doubts.
I went out to eat tonight. Ribs. Not the best, but okay. And, of course it being a college town, a gay waiter. I despise male servers, but I really despise gay ones. Then again, are there non-gay waiters? I am sure there are a few. Or at least the smart ones do not lisp like they have something in their mouth. Get outta here!
Well, bedtime. I will find out more when I find out more. Perhaps they want me to end the deal so they can keep the $500. It is not going to happen. They will have to admit they are not going to have the work done or the financial deal will just have to time out. I will do nothing more, but I will also not end negotiations, such as they are. I will sleep well and begin looking for a place to rent. Somewhere away from the gayness that is academia. Blah... Good night.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The house.
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The update is that after talking to the owners, my broker, their broker through my broker, and the engineer, I know nothing more than I did before. A simple yes or no would suffice. I have heard the floor and electrical are done, just need inspected. But I have been told the crawl space cannot be expanded, which I do not believe to be true. However, if that is the case or they will not have it expanded, then the deal is a fail. The crawl space needs to be expanded, as what the engineer needs to inspect is both an expanded crawl space and what he needs to see when he is able to get through there (whether there is enough space between the wood of the house and the dirt underneath it).
Why, when they hired an engineer, they did not also fax or email him what they needed him to inspect or wait to hire him for the work to be completed (my broker agency) I have no idea. But that is it, in a nutshell. As I have said, until I know that the work will be done, all of it, I cannot put another nickel, cup of gas, or hour of thought or work into the deal. I am not sure if the sellers realize there are no eligible buyers except the few that trickle through from FHA or VA mortgaging. If one is harsh, I think the other (whichever that is) will be even more strict.
Add to that, their broker has the gall to push for a closure without pushing his clients to complete the work. It is more than a double standard as it is his side holding things up. I cannot order floor work, I cannot call in for the enlargement of the crawl space. I cannot even really do much work without their approval an allowance.
Oh, the painting. I tried to rent scaffolding but could not find a single rental. I made about 7 calls to that end. I can, if I am assured they will get the crawl space enlarged, do two more windows and anything on the garage. I cannot do the eaves or some of the other tricky to get to places. I will not go out on a very thin ladder to do that kind of work. And, I suggested that the $750 quote was quite high and that we needed to get quotes from other painters, not just one.
Who knows, but a close by Friday seems unlikely. Even if everything else goes well, the inspections (the initial inspector has to come back and approve the work and the engineer will obviously have to return) will take more time. They simply do not just show up, taking several days to fit a visit into their schedules. So be it.
Like I said, I know nothing more than I knew before. I know more detail, but not whether the list is going to be completed. They have to know that no inspector will now sign off without them doing the crawl space, as that will be required for even a regular bank loan at this point. Everybody is getting quite particular. And buyers are drying up due to many factors. I wish I could help them, or just pay for it, but I cannot. I am sure they have lost money on the loan, the deal, and such. But they are in line only to lose more. Possibly a lot more. Plus, as I have said, they will have to do everything on that list, and maybe more.
But I am not freaking, panicking, or even terribly bothered. I want this, but it is not the end of the world (probably, or at least not due to a house loan not closing, even this one). I want in, they want out, everyone wants their cut, nobody can or will spend what they do not have to see it happen. Still, the prospect of a rental for a year or three is no fun. I will have mere days to find a place if this falls through. Actually, I should start looking for a decent place to rent now... Ugh... Morz junk to research, negotiate, and such.
Well, have a good one. Bedtime hereabouts.
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The update is that after talking to the owners, my broker, their broker through my broker, and the engineer, I know nothing more than I did before. A simple yes or no would suffice. I have heard the floor and electrical are done, just need inspected. But I have been told the crawl space cannot be expanded, which I do not believe to be true. However, if that is the case or they will not have it expanded, then the deal is a fail. The crawl space needs to be expanded, as what the engineer needs to inspect is both an expanded crawl space and what he needs to see when he is able to get through there (whether there is enough space between the wood of the house and the dirt underneath it).
Why, when they hired an engineer, they did not also fax or email him what they needed him to inspect or wait to hire him for the work to be completed (my broker agency) I have no idea. But that is it, in a nutshell. As I have said, until I know that the work will be done, all of it, I cannot put another nickel, cup of gas, or hour of thought or work into the deal. I am not sure if the sellers realize there are no eligible buyers except the few that trickle through from FHA or VA mortgaging. If one is harsh, I think the other (whichever that is) will be even more strict.
Add to that, their broker has the gall to push for a closure without pushing his clients to complete the work. It is more than a double standard as it is his side holding things up. I cannot order floor work, I cannot call in for the enlargement of the crawl space. I cannot even really do much work without their approval an allowance.
Oh, the painting. I tried to rent scaffolding but could not find a single rental. I made about 7 calls to that end. I can, if I am assured they will get the crawl space enlarged, do two more windows and anything on the garage. I cannot do the eaves or some of the other tricky to get to places. I will not go out on a very thin ladder to do that kind of work. And, I suggested that the $750 quote was quite high and that we needed to get quotes from other painters, not just one.
Who knows, but a close by Friday seems unlikely. Even if everything else goes well, the inspections (the initial inspector has to come back and approve the work and the engineer will obviously have to return) will take more time. They simply do not just show up, taking several days to fit a visit into their schedules. So be it.
Like I said, I know nothing more than I knew before. I know more detail, but not whether the list is going to be completed. They have to know that no inspector will now sign off without them doing the crawl space, as that will be required for even a regular bank loan at this point. Everybody is getting quite particular. And buyers are drying up due to many factors. I wish I could help them, or just pay for it, but I cannot. I am sure they have lost money on the loan, the deal, and such. But they are in line only to lose more. Possibly a lot more. Plus, as I have said, they will have to do everything on that list, and maybe more.
But I am not freaking, panicking, or even terribly bothered. I want this, but it is not the end of the world (probably, or at least not due to a house loan not closing, even this one). I want in, they want out, everyone wants their cut, nobody can or will spend what they do not have to see it happen. Still, the prospect of a rental for a year or three is no fun. I will have mere days to find a place if this falls through. Actually, I should start looking for a decent place to rent now... Ugh... Morz junk to research, negotiate, and such.
Well, have a good one. Bedtime hereabouts.
Weird about the wound.
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It has never hurt. It hurt a bit when they were scrubbing it, but more some burning of the torn skin, not the wound itself. It did not hurt initially, it did not hurt shortly after, it has not hurt since. The nerves are fine, I guess. I can move my fingers and thumb well. I have simply felt no pain from it. And it is quite a rip. I often do not feel pain though, I think. I have some small belief that I am usually in a great deal of physical pain, running from moderate to high, but I simply have no sense of it.
Painkillers usually do nothing for me, except in a few rare and rather extreme situations. Well, except exacerbate my exhaustion. I wonder if the unfelt pain is part of why I am always tired? Yes, that is probably a part of it. Oh well, perhaps someday medicine or science will understand these things. They certainly do not at this time.
Well, good night.
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It has never hurt. It hurt a bit when they were scrubbing it, but more some burning of the torn skin, not the wound itself. It did not hurt initially, it did not hurt shortly after, it has not hurt since. The nerves are fine, I guess. I can move my fingers and thumb well. I have simply felt no pain from it. And it is quite a rip. I often do not feel pain though, I think. I have some small belief that I am usually in a great deal of physical pain, running from moderate to high, but I simply have no sense of it.
Painkillers usually do nothing for me, except in a few rare and rather extreme situations. Well, except exacerbate my exhaustion. I wonder if the unfelt pain is part of why I am always tired? Yes, that is probably a part of it. Oh well, perhaps someday medicine or science will understand these things. They certainly do not at this time.
Well, good night.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I am starting to doubt.
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.
After talking with my broker today, I have heard nothing. I suggested that unless I get an itemized update on the requirements for the loan regarding house repairs and that is all positive, I would not put one more minute, dollar, our cup of gas in on the project. I have spoken with the owners, but I have to drag out every discussion about every issue. Without having the list there, I cannot remember every item on the list. And I often get very weak or simply no answers about some of the items I have asked about. If they have bailed on the deal, then we should just be honest and quit the deal.
As I said, I have heard nothing back since this noonish discussion. No email no phone no visit. I am guessing this is bad news. I am sure that someone has spoken to whoever by now. If they are making up their minds, it is a bit late. If they were not in this from the beginning, and I do not think they were, then this has been a huge waste of everybody's time. Perhaps they have just hit the wall. It is a rather harsh time to do that though, two feet from the finish line. I suppose it happens. That they love the house and do not really want to move does not help things.
I guess I simply have to wait for what I am expecting to be bad news. There goes $1,500, a bunch of paperwork, some actual work time, lost sleep, and such. I probably will just skip even looking until next year. Thank God I do not need the V.A.'s approval for rentals. I may look around a bit further afield when I go to rent though. I like Logan, but it is still city. I might find an affordable place a little more rural with access to more of the things I like. I guess time will tell.
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After talking with my broker today, I have heard nothing. I suggested that unless I get an itemized update on the requirements for the loan regarding house repairs and that is all positive, I would not put one more minute, dollar, our cup of gas in on the project. I have spoken with the owners, but I have to drag out every discussion about every issue. Without having the list there, I cannot remember every item on the list. And I often get very weak or simply no answers about some of the items I have asked about. If they have bailed on the deal, then we should just be honest and quit the deal.
As I said, I have heard nothing back since this noonish discussion. No email no phone no visit. I am guessing this is bad news. I am sure that someone has spoken to whoever by now. If they are making up their minds, it is a bit late. If they were not in this from the beginning, and I do not think they were, then this has been a huge waste of everybody's time. Perhaps they have just hit the wall. It is a rather harsh time to do that though, two feet from the finish line. I suppose it happens. That they love the house and do not really want to move does not help things.
I guess I simply have to wait for what I am expecting to be bad news. There goes $1,500, a bunch of paperwork, some actual work time, lost sleep, and such. I probably will just skip even looking until next year. Thank God I do not need the V.A.'s approval for rentals. I may look around a bit further afield when I go to rent though. I like Logan, but it is still city. I might find an affordable place a little more rural with access to more of the things I like. I guess time will tell.
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