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I forgot this again. Wednesday was exhausting, with a ride through backwater streets to an office where I spent over an hour in tedious signing of small print documents, then back to the apartment to not eat dinner and then not sleep well, and just be morose. Today I've been restless and still haven't eaten much, which has done wonders for my indigestion, since there's nothing much in my stomach to not digest.
Anyway, the tedious signing was to do with the sale of the vacant lot the house burned off of almost six years ago. At least that millstone is no longer hanging around my neck. It was probably worth an afternoon's annoyance. I'll no longer have to shell out the twenty-two bucks a month it's cost to keep the water service in standby mode (no water delivered, but a costly restart of service avoided, which likely added a few thousand to the price we were able go ask for the dump.) We got a decent price for where the place is, though it would be thought of as a pittance in places that had, well, any reason to actually exist.
But I'm well out of that place now. My only remaining attachment to it was the graves of a few cats in the back yard. Maybe when the builder who bought the lot has finished his project and puts it up for sale I'll go take a look at it, and shed a tear or two over the gravesites one last time. But I sure as hell won't buy the place. For me it's pretty much just decades of bad memories softened by a few pleasant moments of animals and star gazing, all wrapped up with a terminal catastrophe.
I should attempt to arrange the acquisition of some foodstuffs, since I won't be doing a real shopping this week. I'm out of donuts, and will run out of orange juice soon, and a few other items, but I really hate to pester my niece with the task, and my nephew is recovering from surgery on his shoulder. Since I can't get out on my own anymore I need a bigger support group. I'm at risk of turning into the obnoxious, demanding old coot everybody just wants to stick into a "home." I never wanted to be that guy.
Anyway, the tedious signing was to do with the sale of the vacant lot the house burned off of almost six years ago. At least that millstone is no longer hanging around my neck. It was probably worth an afternoon's annoyance. I'll no longer have to shell out the twenty-two bucks a month it's cost to keep the water service in standby mode (no water delivered, but a costly restart of service avoided, which likely added a few thousand to the price we were able go ask for the dump.) We got a decent price for where the place is, though it would be thought of as a pittance in places that had, well, any reason to actually exist.
But I'm well out of that place now. My only remaining attachment to it was the graves of a few cats in the back yard. Maybe when the builder who bought the lot has finished his project and puts it up for sale I'll go take a look at it, and shed a tear or two over the gravesites one last time. But I sure as hell won't buy the place. For me it's pretty much just decades of bad memories softened by a few pleasant moments of animals and star gazing, all wrapped up with a terminal catastrophe.
I should attempt to arrange the acquisition of some foodstuffs, since I won't be doing a real shopping this week. I'm out of donuts, and will run out of orange juice soon, and a few other items, but I really hate to pester my niece with the task, and my nephew is recovering from surgery on his shoulder. Since I can't get out on my own anymore I need a bigger support group. I'm at risk of turning into the obnoxious, demanding old coot everybody just wants to stick into a "home." I never wanted to be that guy.
