Yet another rainy day in the Valley Of The Sun. I do not remember such a rainy winter in any recent history. This is just a light sprinkling, but enough to make everything wet. It’s also windy outside and I have no clue if it’s cold or not because I have not gone out there and have no desire to do so in the rain and, at the same time, attempting to recover from this sickness. Speaking of that, I think everyone within 30 miles must be coughing and hacking away.
Anyway, I did score on some free plants yesterday and bought a few extras as well. They were cheap - very cheap - and they were almost all desert plants meaning light water. I planted several of them but did not water them in expecting the rain to come, and rain it is. The ground is very wet and saturated at this point, glad I didn’t waste any money on using city water to water them.
Still no 100%, but I am definitely going to work tomorrow. I would have gone to work on Friday but that was summarily dismissed by my manager who said to stay home, rest and get better. I have done mostly just that. I do wish I had a couple of more days off, though.
Weekends around here have - for whatever unknown reason - seen my house filling up with kids. Tenants are mostly not at home on the weekends. In fact, 2 of them are almost never here on weekends, the 3rd couldn’t care less about them as long as they don’t bother him. Fully 7 teenagers over here last night including my son. The trailer occupants are pretty much staying to themselves in the trailer. They got their stuff over here which includes a TV with a convertor, they pretty much entertain themselves in there apparently.
I have not specifically asked them, but I have not heard one way or the other about whether they actually LIKE living here. Pleasant enough people and I am quite sure the man is very motivated to find a job and get into their own place, but, as for many, life sucks financially right now. They get food stamps and one of them is getting money from somewhere because they pay me on Wednesdays. Yes, I make them at least pay for their usage of utilities at $25 per week.
There is nothing like fresh trout. I am dining on some Steelhead that was on sale at Fry’s - who were cleaning out their fish cooler and got rid of everything to facilitate such. I love fish, I do not love the usual price tag that it normally has, I don’t eat a lot of it because of such. If there was some good trout fishing to be done here locally, you can bet I would simply be catching my own.
First, I am very glad to have taken 2 days off and have done almost NOTHING yesterday and today. This weekend will continue the same. If I do anything - it will be simple house cleaning chores and that’s the end of it. I am determined to force myself to relax, kick back, take it easy and let this thing pass.
Well, excepting for the free plants. A local community college has a green house they are saying is full of plants that they need to get rid of, that have been let go and need TLC. For free. All the plants they listed are all desert plants - they don’t need a lot of water. I am good at nursing plants back to good health. As long as they are still alive they have hope.
The ad - on Craigslist under the free section, I am always looking there for anything of use - says no early birds, no questions on the ad (pretty self explanatory) and to show up directly at 9:00am for the best picks. That isn’t even early for me, I’ll be good an awake by then. I have been having trouble waking up since I got sick — like getting up at 7:30 or 8 am.
There was an absolutely AWESOME looking dresser and mirror set on there - the free section yesterday. I would have gone and gotten it - can borrow my neighbor’s old beat-up pickup truck while he’s still in town - but I felt quite LOUSY and I passed. I’m sure it must have been taken. I will probably hit myself for not getting it - one of my “furnished” rooms does not have a dresser in it and that thing would have fit the bill beautifully. Not only that, it was only 5 miles away! Still, when you haven’t got any energy and your lungs are on fire and head is hurting, doing anything pretty much - is a sucky idea.
But, I figure to go get some plants. That will be my big adventure for - the weekend actually. If I get nothing, no big deal, it’s not that far, I wouldn’t go if it was a “long” drive. If I get a few plants, cool, if I score - nice. Anything I don’t want I have some neighbors that love my plant “extras”.
I was GOING to take Caleb to the Driver’s license department tomorrow - but within the last month or 2, they have shut down several locations and totally stopped, altogether, having any offices opened on the weekends. The state of Arizona is broke, basically, they are taking drastic measures. I think it stupid to cut back on the DMV office. We pay HEFTY registration fees here, some of the highest in the nation. Let them get rid of PORK s***, not essential services, and certainly, vehicle registration and drivers licenses is an essential service.
Caleb studied quite a lot this week to take the test, I had no idea that the DL offices are now closed on the weekends. I promised to take him after school this coming week after I get off of work.
That’s it. I wish I could do a lot of things right now, but I am forcing myself to not exert any energy I don’t have to - plants tomorrow the only exception. Even that I will be taking my sweet old time -though I intend on getting there a little early. No early birds perhaps, but you can rest assured lots of people are going to show up early and wait. I figure 10 minutes early. If I were feeling better, at least 30 minutes, maybe 45.
Since I was born, I have had respiratory problems, severe respiratory problems at that. I had severe asthma all the way until the time we left Pittsburgh, where I was born and moved to AZ. I had several near-death encounters as I would wake up at night and simply not be able to breath.
It is a very strange - and scary - experience to wake up out of a dead sleep and not be able to take a breath of air into your lungs. Even moreso when it lasts 2 minutes and you start blanking out, wishing the world goodbye and wondering what is going to happen next. You can’t say anything, you have no breath to make any noise.
Going into my teenage years, respiratory problems sprung up again - I would have bouts with bronchitis that would last up to a couple of months. It was very draining and difficult to do much of anything.
Into my adult life - same thing. Except at the age of 26 I started developing severe allergies to add to this cocktail of misery. Now? I have “Viral Bronchitis” the doc called it yesterday. I dragged my @$$ out of bed this morning, went to work and wished I had called in sick. My head woozy, coughing - though greatly reduced since they gave me inhalers and some sort of stuff - I think it’s cortizone - to open up the air passsages in my lungs. But when I DO cough, it’s a hell I wouldn’t wish on anyone, the pain is intense.
The older I get, the greater the toll is of this problem that I am resigned to have until my dying days. I don’t wonder if, later on in life, this kind of thing won’t be what ends up taking my life. Very hard to function at all feeling like this. I couldn’t possibly imagine being this sick and operating a tractor-trailer rig. I showed up to work because of a shortage of drivers. Our company has let go of a lot of people, drivers included. When one doesn’t show up, it can really throw things off. I was fortunate this morning there was nothing in our truck routing system. When my manager showed up, I simply asked if I could go home, there was nothing to do and I would be useless anyway. I have a LOT of sick hours saved up, as much as my company will let me at 10 full days worth. My manager simply said that he was surprised I didn’t call in sick and that it’s the company’s problem if there aren’t enough drivers.
I don’t, after all, claim to be superhuman. I AM going to start being much more careful when there are sick tenants walking around, coughing and hacking all over the place and not bothering to at least cover their mouths. I’ll just leave the room and come back out with Disinfectant Lysol or whatever is on the market that will kill the floaties in the air. Too late now, I already have this. Doesn’t it seem a little rude for a person to be spreading their germs all over the place with people present, knowing that your miserable sickness can easily be spread through the air? I have never understood this.
So, I am sitting here bundled up. I didn’t go back to bed, I will in a little while, I just knew I would be useless at work and any kind of phyiscal exertion would have been next-to-impossible. I will accomplish nothing today, mother’s advice to rest and drink lots of fluids are my only goal. I will show up for work tomorrow the same as I did today - there is stuff to do tomorrow, but after the stuff is done I will be asking to go home early.
I was not breathing well this morning. Whatever got me got me good. It hurt to breath, it hurt to cough. I determined that regardless of the cost, I am not going to just suffer through this, I am going to get whatever the doc is going to give me and the money is poof, gone, hope I can find a way to replace it.
$95 later I have: Azithromycin; some other stuff that starts with a P - can’t read his writing (he gave me that as a freebie to help clear up my lungs); Proventil HFA - Inhaler and last but not least: Cough medicine with codeine.
I could have done without the cough medicine with codeine, I actually hate that stuff, but I figure today I will take some before going to bed just because that stuff DOES kick your @$$ and does take the pain away. After that, it will sit in my bathroom drawer forever, collecting dust, lol.
I can’t possibly describe how miserably bad I felt this morning as soon as I walked outside, the freezing cold air hit my lungs and let the coughing begin. It got worse and worse as I trudged through the work day. It isn’t often that I’m less than 24 hours into a sickness and decide that I am going to go to the doc’s office regardless of the time spent and money poofed. I tried to get into my regular doc - no-go, had to fork out an extra $25 to do the Urgent Care thing.
Anyway, when something hurts as bad as this does, I find something that works far better - for me anyway - than codeine: plain ole’ alcohol. Give me a strong Bloody Mary that is extra spicy to knock out the pain over some medicine that makes me feel sick sometimes when I take it any day of the week. Yes, I did get Vodka and Bloody Mary mix - this mix is made with habanero peppers. Extra spicy is all the better to knock out sinus junk - but I added a touch of tabasco and worstershire sauce even though it probably already had enough in it.
That’s it. I am not doing anything else today but perhaps make some food. Just going to rest - and keep doing that every day until this mostly passes.
…………..for another month. I was talking with the ex-Marine yesterday and he said he wasn’t moving out until the end of March, not the end of February and stated that he had told me that when we were discussing this before. Funny, because I distinctly remember hearing “out by the 1st of March”, not the 1st of April. I went through all that trouble to find another tenant and now have to find the one I did find that the room is not going to be available. That’s another reason I am quite sure he did not say what he says he said - it’s a LOT of work, really, to get people in here. I will be contacting her in a few minutes to give her the bad news.
Wonderful. Well, at least I know I’ll have the entire month’s rent paid up front, so that kind of takes the edge off of this situation. But, I know near the end of next month, I will be going through this entire process again. I also have no idea if the newest tenant is staying another month or not - I haven’t seen him in days - he is only spending a few nights per week here as he discussed when he moved in.
Meanwhile, the inhabitants in the trailer are having to deal with leaks. Not that bad - in the walls, not out of the roof. I can’t do anything about it until the rain passes and I can coat the roof with white snow coating. It must be completely dry to do that or - it’s a total waste of time and money.
I came home today with the TV on - a show was on called “Silent Library”. This is one of the dumbest shows I have ever been involuntarily subjected to. I watched a group of women acting like prepubescents in giggling and laughing at - nothing - and making too much noise so they didn’t earn a single dime for all the stupid things they had to do. Is this a popular game with people? I would rather watch Deal or No Deal. In fact, I would LOVE to get on that show! (as would millions of other people, no doubt). I got sick of the stupidity and turned the channel- there are other TV’s in the house, kids can watch somewhere else.
Well, the rain has stopped and I hate sitting inside when it’s perfect outside - weather-wise - I am an outdoor person and I doubt that is one aspect of me that will ever change.
Will, thankfully, be leaving my house soon enough.
I have a certain tenant that goes into the bathroom, takes gobs and gobs of toilet paper and starts blowing his nose - very LOUDLY - every time he goes in there to take a shower. He doesn’t seem to care that the noise is obnoxiously loud, nor the waste of my toilet paper, which, with so many people in the house, can ring up a pretty good monthly bill’s worth of use.
I do not always stock the thing in there - I let tenants buy some themselves since toilet paper is not anything that I have advertised as being part of the rent fee.
This guy fills up the trash can with so much paper from blowing his noise. He then starts coughing and hacking - again - LOUDLY - this will go on for half an hour or more. Probably a good idea if I just leave the house and go outside when he does that, I find it extremely annoying. I was not prepared to go outside this time because it is still raining out there and I have no desire to get wet.
He is moving out at the end of the month to move in with a friend. I would never force a person out for making too much noise in the bathroom, but I can at least vent about it on one of my blogs. The blind lady is taking his room after he is gone. I will be asking him today what day he intends on being out of here - preferrably by the end of the last day of this month, since the new person wants in by the first. He is paid up to the last day of the month and no further, I certainly hope at this point that he is moving out since I have gone to great trouble - which it always is - to get a new tenant to take his place.
This new tenant is also a temporary tenant. She is blind and has applied for government housing. She knew it could take months - or longer - to actually get a place. I have seen people on those waiting lists for 9, 10 months and even longer. Of course, they might place a blind person to the top of the list and she could only be here a month or two, who knows, my objective is to get an empty or soon-to-be-empty room filled with a new tenant as quickly as possible. I would rather have longer-term people living here, but - I’ll take what I can get when I can get it.
Well, enough. I have the normal Sunday cleaning chores to do - well actually I did alot of it yesterday in prep for the potential tenant’s arrival - but I want to clean some carpet in the living room and my bedroom and perhaps the hallway.
I never thought that dying was such a big thing, at least for me. The threat of being killed when I was on the mission field was meaningless to me - that is, from the perspective of the people that were doing the threatening were coming from. It isn’t the end, it’s phase 2 - the begining of forever. The threats did not hold the power over me that all of those people thought it could and should.
I frequently read about people living in fear and I always wonder why. Not that I don’t think fear is a real thing - we all experience that at one point or another. But to fear governments; wars; famines; whatever - I don’t go there. I speculate about it, yes, I talk about it, sure, it’s real, it’s here and it’s never going away. Iran is a good one - give them nukes and give us World War III - definitely believe that if they acquire nukes or make their own and “deliver” them somewhere - Israel being their first target - you’ll be seeing the end of civilization as we currently know it.
One day, you and I will have a Death Certificate. Sorta gruesome, I suppose, but none-the-less, it will filed in the Department of Vital Statistics - we’re history, goodbye.
The real question I always ponder - for myself not everyone else, you can do as you please - what did I do with my life? What kind of legacy - if any - did I leave behind? Did I die feeling I wasted my entire life or did I die feeling like I had achieved some eternal purpose? I answered those questions - not that I am being arrogant or egotistical, but I HAD to answer those questions for my own peace if nothing else.
I have spent my adult life feeding hungry people. Taking blankets and coats to people living in cardboard shacks. Leading people to the Lord. Don’t worry, I am not going to start preaching, I’m just speaking for myself. Helping people whenever I can. OH, I’m no saint, I have committed plenty of evil - at least evil in terms of Biblical references - just like all of us have. I have felt like a piece of trash more than once, trust me, I have. Yet - I can always refer back to the Lord.
We all have our fears, I suppse. Some dwell on it, others only see it if it’s in their face, then there’s the spectrum in between. If I fear anything, it’s what if I didn’t do something “good” when the Lord was leading me to? Did I ever deny a hungry man, woman or family food when they asked? If there was a situation that needed immediate help and something that I felt I should get involved with, did I do what I was supposed to?
I’m not saying I WANT to die, btw. I love life, it’s good. I have problems, yes, but life is good. I want to live another 30/40 plus years and be there for my son, just as my parents are still around for me today.
Truly, when I was on the mission field, I did not believe I would live past the age of 30. There was too much death going around. But the Lord protected me in the midst of some pretty evil and wild stuff going on, for that I truly thank Him. I always thank Him and praise Him. Every day - whether in my mind/heart or verbally.
GROSS. I was reading an article online about some famous Italian chef who started going on about cat stew and how wonderful “feline flesh” is. I cannot possibly fathom eating any kind of cat meat, ever. The idea of it is totally and absolutely repulsive to me. Not because I’m a cat lover - I happen to HATE cats actually - but I just don’t see cats as an edible substance.`
Of course there was a public outcry and charges of animal cruelty - which I find totally bogus. We eat cows and chickens and pigs with impunity, there is no public outcry about that. Many countries eat dog meat as if it were ground beef, it’s that popular. Horse flesh and all kinds of other animals are eaten - including raw bird meat in certain Asian countries - where’s the outcry about that?
I personally could care less if a person wants to eat any kind of animal, but if you happen to love dog flesh, PLEASE stay AWAY from my dogs and my property: I have video surveillance, I will see who you are and you will hope that I never find you after you’ve eaten my beloved Great Danes. Get your OWN dogs/cats/horses/donkeys/whatever to eat.
You see, I don’t see the correlation here. If it isn’t animal cruelty to shoot a cow in the head to kill it, then drain it, then use every last part of it for everything from leather jackets to dog feed, how is it different with any other kind of animal? I can see such in a case of an endangered species. Lol, cats are certainly not an endangered species. Because I don’t like it doesn’t mean that those that do should be stopped from “enjoying” such. I couldn’t even put a thimbleful of cat meat into my mouth, the idea of eating it is THAT repulsive to me, but to each his own. What moral arguments can you produce about eating a cat? If it’s someone else’s property, sure, otherwise, all bets are off. In the eyes of the law, that I know of, animals are chattel and nothing more.
Onto other things. I took a delivery out to a jobsite today - that’s a daily thing for me, of course, that’s pretty much my job description. I pulled that order and loaded it - anymore, I am pulling most of the orders I am delivering - I am responsible for screwups. The salesman on that account calls my manager and asks to know why I hadn’t delivered the bolts and gaskets that were on that order?
Manager says hole’on, lemee look at the ticket - giving me the benefit of the doubt, he wants to SEE that stuff on the delivery ticket. NOT there. I am not a big fan of taking the blame for something I haven’t done, but I’ve done it many times over to take the pressure off of the salesman who will look stupid in the eyes of the contractor. This salesman starts drilling my manager: well, there was (this that and the other item)on the ticket - you should have known they needed this stuff with it. Lol
LolX1,000. This is the salesman for the account. He has an inside salesman assigned to him to speak with purchasing agents at contractor’s offices and write up tickets. WE are NOT mind readers, we get the ticket, we pull the order. Sometimes we question things based on what the order contains, most of the time we don’t have time for that, pull the order and deliver it. To try and shift blame to people who have NOTHING to do with writing up the order is very lame, imo. We KNOW they will need those other parts to be able to do the job, but we don’t know if they already have the stuff. We assume since it’s not on the order - and certainly any salesman would know to ask if they need those parts - they don’t need it, they must already have that stuff on hand. Happens frequently - contractors have leftover parts from jobs they have already completed.
I thought, gee, if you want us to contact the contractor and ask them every time whether they need this, that and the other thing to go along with all of that, maybe they should just get rid of the in and outside salesmen and we’ll just do their job for them.
NOT. If that were possible, I’m sure it would already be implemented. Instead - we all have X amount of hours in the day to get X amount of whatever our assigned duties are. It’s called TEAMWORK, a very good idea that works very well when all players are on the same page.
I have, actually, no problem in making duplicate trips to a jobsite in the same day, it’s my job, take out parts to contractors that need them. I do, however, have a problem being blamed for something I had nothing to do with. Not that I will ever voice that (excepting here, where I write out my thoughts freely for the world to see) - I tend to try and keep a good attitude regardless of what’s going on - or what fingers or judgments are being given to a person that are unjust at best. It’s the idea that a person or persons will NOT own up to taking responsibility for their actions - or in this case, lack of action. Because the salesmen missed this imputes responsiblity to me? HOW, is my question. It does NOT, is my definitive answer.
However, I have determined that since this particular salesman thinks we should double-check his work and his inside salesman’s work - which is all he has to do, all day long - his total, complete job description: contact contractors, take orders and write them up - find the materials if we don’t have them and order them - I will start calling the foreman at the jobsite in advance to determine that the material being delivered is correct, complete and that nothing is being left out. I did that today before taking the 4 parts - a total weight of about 2 pounds - out there.
Do I have time for that? No. I don’t. I have plenty of tasks to do in a day that keep my plate full. Guess I’ll have to heap that plate now.
You could call this a rant or venting, I suppose it’s a little of that. Mostly, I dislike people who never own up to their own junk - they ALWAYS have to blame someone else.
Fortunately - I am also able to brush such things off after a short period of time. I can guarantee you this will not be going to bed with me tonight, in fact, it’s already history -I just like to write about the things that happen in my daily life, such as the man that decided he was going to come into my lane today. Ummm, the problem with that? He was NEXT to me. What kind of moron drives a vehicle and doesn’t even bother to look beside them to see a vehicle is RIGHT there? I’m a very alert driver - I saw it happening and laid on the horn to get his attention. He swerved back into his own lane and then - proceeded to flip me off. ROFL!!! I find this amusing because this guy was the driver making the error, not me in any way, shape or form, yet - he gets angry at ME? LOL!!! I was in my car, btw, not the semi. Yes, well the beautiful blonde next to him in the front seat undoubtedly was the cause of the “distraction”.
I am done with this, I have things to do and I want to get them done before the sun goes down.
G’day.
ben
Yes, folks, February 18th - today - is National Wine Day - guess what? I’m having a glass of Merlot. Not the greatest Merlot on earth - far beyond my wallet’s ability to buy such - but not bad, either.
New roller blades. I finally got my new blades. I bought the most expensive pair in the store after trying on the cheap junk and - not having a good fit. Even a semi-expensive pair had a terrible fit and would have caused schaffing to my feet ultimately resulting in blisters and sores on my feet.
In the world of roller-blading, you definitely get what you pay for. There are FAR more expensive brands and styles available elsewhere, but the $150 pair I got - on sale btw - awesome. All 3 dogs went on roller-blade runs today - consecutively, not concurrently - I wore them out and felt like I had a good ride after I was done with the last one.
I can see my weight-loss program taking a good turn for the better if I can get myself to doing this every day. Fact, my over-all health for a good turn.
Today’s trailer endeavor.
I am doing one per day, that’s enough. Today, I took newspaper and made a cutout of one of the corners of the trailer to cut out the paneling for it. VERY tedious work. When I cut the paneling, I had to make several adjustments to make it fit. For an amateur, I think I’m doing a pretty good job. Experts rely on molding to cover the connecting lines up, I will be doing the same. Tomorrow’s cutout will be twice as difficult as today’s - not really looking forward to it, but it needs to be done. After that, the bedroom section of the trailer will only need small paneling cuts -much easier and then put in carpeting, which I don’t currently have but am still searching for.
Weekend almost here. Nice. I’m tired and just wanted to get an entry in here.
I made a pulling error at work this morning and loaded wrong material onto my truck for the 1st delivery. I totally strive NOT to make such errors, but sometimes it happens, I don’t know of anyone at work that hasn’t made some kind of mistake, so I figure I’m safe - humanity has it’s flaws, what can I say.
I didn’t realize the mistake until I got out to the jobsite, jumped up onto the trailer and started looking at the boxes I had loaded for this place I was at. I knew hell was coming. This particular foreman at this site - is not liked by anyone, including his own employees working under him. The man takes pleasure in attempting to humiliate, belittle and talk down to people at every opportunity - I have been watching him do this for the 4 years I have been at the company I’m at.
So, it was no great shock when I informed him that I had made a mistake - and apologized for it - that he started pissing on me. F this, SHIT that and other kind words. I can take a contractor getting upset over such things, they are on a schedule, that’s why I try hard not to make mistakes. I cannot take, however, a contractor that starts making personal insults against me. They want to do that against the company as a whole - great, but the personal s*** isn’t something that I take well. It’s unnecessary, uncalled for and is not any part of what I believe I should have to tolerate in the workplace.
However, I bit my tongue. The only thing I said to him after he started getting particularly venemous is that I am sorry, I don’t know what else to say, there is nothing I can do to change it. He walked away. I could hear him - talking quite loudly to his workers - about that “dumbass truck driver who couldn’t even load his truck right”. I KNOW this man well enough, he has made HUGE mistakes in ordering all kinds of the wrong product and then having to return it and asking for help in what to order. He has done this for years. No-one jumped down his throat and called him a dumbass.
I called my manager, I knew this guy would start making phone calls, wanted to give him a head’s-up. Sure enough, this guy called FOUR different people at the main branch, yelling about the error and making demands. I went back to the yard, got the correct material and took it out there. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do if he started to attempt to dress me down again - once was enough. For whatever reason, his demeanor had completely changed and I wasn’t subjected to his mouth again.
Kind of ruined my day, really. I try not to let such people get me down - this man has serious personal issues, no-one has to ask him about that, it’s just very obvious by the attitude he brings with him to work. These are people you try to stay away from - but, life isn’t always that way, is it? You have to deal with people like that at some point or another, I have no latitude to just get in my truck and drive off, taking the product with me. I always wonder with such people I encounter - which fortunately are far and few between - if the company that employs them know how this guy is treating his workers, the vendors that are bringing him product and the city officials that are doing inspections. Dunno. Perhaps they don’t care, as long as he gets the job done, who knows.
Just one of those days. I “get” to go out there again tomorrow with some pipe. I will be taking an audio recording device with me in case he starts up again - in case something happens - I always want to b able to back myself up with evidence that cannot be refuted.
Got home and the dogs were elated to see me. Well, it’s better than nothing. Of course, they were elated because it means they get to go inside, I am leaving them OUT during the day when I’m at work and I have made it known that I do not want anyone letting them in. If they’re going to get into trouble, let it be done outside, I can tolerate that MUCH better than if they are doing something in the house.
I was reading about the “newest” scandal arising out of the housing crises - over-inflated appraisals being given by appraisers who - stand to line their wallets, of course. I had not heard that some of them have actually been arrested and charged with crimes for doing such. The article came replete with a video of a home that had been appraised at $370,000. They drive up to the house, camera rolling, walk around the interior. Walls covered with nasty mold. House itself? No carpet on the floor, old appliances, kitchen looked like hell. They showed the comps in the neighborhood - no other house near that one had sold for anything NEAR the price the appraiser came up with. THis was a SMALL house to boot.
How would you get rid of that mold? I know if I bought the place, I would be tearing out the drywall, inspecting the roof for leaks and replacing basically the entire interior of the house. Assuming a solid structure - brick house in this case - that could be done - BUT - what is a house that needs that much work REALLY worth? Personally, I would only want to pay for what the property is worth, not the property with the house. You’re going to spend a truckload of money fixing that place.
The point is that they are claiming that these appraisers giving illicit, exaggerated appraisals were all over the place and a good deal of the portion of cause for the housing bubble collapse. As time marches forth, more and more information continues to surface as to WHY all of this happened.
My search for a tenant to replace the ex-Marine continues. I do not have people responding that I want anything to do with. Their responses are dead give-aways, this is not a person I want living in my home.
Well that’s it, I have had enough of this day and I really want to go outside and do some work. I find it very stress-relieving just being out there. It’s good for the soul.
Ben B