After My Michelle passed, I spiraled. She was a nurse, so there was hydro in the house, which I found, and which kept me quiet for a month or so. Then I searched the house again and found Ivermectin. Guess she thought we oughtta be prepared.
So began my descent into negative cash flow, too much booze, not enough food, but enough weed and AD meds to see me through. That winter I ran out of propane and had no Ameros for a refill, so it was space heaters in selected areas for the duration. I scraped along, managing to stay ahead of the electric bill.
I spent time on a lotta false job leads, worked for three weeks installing PCs, until the contract died, and almost thought I could pull it off. And then I got the foreclosure notice.
Foax, it is a challenge to move through 25 years’ worth of living and memories and figure out what to take/sell/leave.
I should mention that I was on my own for this deal, as all my friends are dead or incapable of assisting. So it was me, and two cats wondering what the fuss was all about; if you didn’t know, cats don’t like change, so they knew something was up.
So here I am with all this stuff and I’m supposed to be out of the house on the day.
A phone call, possible spam: “Hi, this is Dustin, we’ve seen your situation online and we think we can help you.”
I listened. Sign over the house, we’ll stop the foreclosure, help with your move costs, and give you 75% of sale value. You have to find a new place.
We’re talking about 3,200 sqft into 1000 sqft. Days without sleep for worrying, but I did my research, it’s a legit outfit, entirely online, no website, all online. Did you know you can get docs notarized online? Yes. I did it, I trusted these Zoom guys in the same brand chair I had and, in the end, it worked out just fine.
I surrendered a lot of stuff, but I kept the Murano and Blenko and etched crystal and paintings y otras cosas.
My bank balance was $56 on the day of the sale. I kept refreshing and refreshing and refreshing. Oh, I am fucked, gonna have to call the cops. And then it appeared, in all its majesty and grace. Still trying to describe how it feels to have six figures in checking; frightened, I guess, Imma invest soon. Don’t need anything, still trying to find places for what I moved in with.
So here I am in a nice apartment, bed and kitchen stuff in place, streaming in place. RayRay is disappointed that he can no longer bring live/dying mice/lizards through the torn screen at 2AM. He sings his song at dawn and twilight.
The house that was filled with so much love and experience became a burden and when the chance came, I bailed. This lifted a burden I cannot measure, but today I feel light as a feather.
I go to bed when I feel like it, I get up when I feel like it, I know I’m in free-fall, but I’m listening to my body and let it run things. I’ll pop back into a regular schedule if needed.
Project Hail Mary: Fucking tell me about it. And no, I am not disclosing who helped. If your back is to the wall they will find you.
Linda Ronstadt there in Pirates of Penzance. *Sigh*
Well, after reading about that shitshow of a cabinet...I will just drop this off:
Kat Abughazaleh
@katmabu.bsky.social
Happy New Year.
We’re going to win.
https://bsky.app/profile/katmabu.bsky.social/post/3mbdn2f3oh22z
What I Did This Year
By UVB-76 (fka Marlon Rando)
After My Michelle passed, I spiraled. She was a nurse, so there was hydro in the house, which I found, and which kept me quiet for a month or so. Then I searched the house again and found Ivermectin. Guess she thought we oughtta be prepared.
So began my descent into negative cash flow, too much booze, not enough food, but enough weed and AD meds to see me through. That winter I ran out of propane and had no Ameros for a refill, so it was space heaters in selected areas for the duration. I scraped along, managing to stay ahead of the electric bill.
I spent time on a lotta false job leads, worked for three weeks installing PCs, until the contract died, and almost thought I could pull it off. And then I got the foreclosure notice.
Foax, it is a challenge to move through 25 years’ worth of living and memories and figure out what to take/sell/leave.
I should mention that I was on my own for this deal, as all my friends are dead or incapable of assisting. So it was me, and two cats wondering what the fuss was all about; if you didn’t know, cats don’t like change, so they knew something was up.
So here I am with all this stuff and I’m supposed to be out of the house on the day.
A phone call, possible spam: “Hi, this is Dustin, we’ve seen your situation online and we think we can help you.”
I listened. Sign over the house, we’ll stop the foreclosure, help with your move costs, and give you 75% of sale value. You have to find a new place.
We’re talking about 3,200 sqft into 1000 sqft. Days without sleep for worrying, but I did my research, it’s a legit outfit, entirely online, no website, all online. Did you know you can get docs notarized online? Yes. I did it, I trusted these Zoom guys in the same brand chair I had and, in the end, it worked out just fine.
I surrendered a lot of stuff, but I kept the Murano and Blenko and etched crystal and paintings y otras cosas.
My bank balance was $56 on the day of the sale. I kept refreshing and refreshing and refreshing. Oh, I am fucked, gonna have to call the cops. And then it appeared, in all its majesty and grace. Still trying to describe how it feels to have six figures in checking; frightened, I guess, Imma invest soon. Don’t need anything, still trying to find places for what I moved in with.
So here I am in a nice apartment, bed and kitchen stuff in place, streaming in place. RayRay is disappointed that he can no longer bring live/dying mice/lizards through the torn screen at 2AM. He sings his song at dawn and twilight.
The house that was filled with so much love and experience became a burden and when the chance came, I bailed. This lifted a burden I cannot measure, but today I feel light as a feather.
I go to bed when I feel like it, I get up when I feel like it, I know I’m in free-fall, but I’m listening to my body and let it run things. I’ll pop back into a regular schedule if needed.
Project Hail Mary: Fucking tell me about it. And no, I am not disclosing who helped. If your back is to the wall they will find you.
Inspiring. Heartening. Good that you are doing better now.
Zohran Kwame Mamdani's swearing-in ceremony at the City Hall subway stop at midnight:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj4hZVxitpU&pp=ygUOem9ocmFuIG1hbWRhbmk%3D
Yay, New Yawk!!!!
LOL well done. Well done indeed.
Dont send in the clowns... they already are here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3lsqUqGTzM
Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere But Not Here (Live)
Thank you for posting this; I had never heard of them and I'm glad to know them now.
This is good stuff.
My man, Ray Charles, singin' it in Times Square. Oh, yes. Beautiful.
Happy New Year .I will go with that pick .
New post is up.
Yay!
Sing it, Frank!!
Happy New Year Y'all! Cheers!
Woot. Heading to the midnight post
CHEERS COMRADES!!!!!!!
Vale, MMXXV.
Ave, MMXXVI. May you be better.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ik7ktS3PqEs
Pop pop pop....