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By lm (Sun Sep 03, 2006 at 09:48:31 AM EST) (all tags)
Saturday was not good. For the specifics, read my wife's latest Live Journal entry.

The good news is that my back is only semi-fux0r3d. It could have been worse. It could have been far worse.

By the cold light of dawn, I can say that I really dodged a bullet. I'm barely sore.



The good news is that with my big manly friend up in Dayton (along with his wife and my eldest daughter) we got quite a few two person jobs done. With the exception of the posts, the entire rusted fence is down. The bad news is that pulling that last bit of fencing down pulled a muscle in my back. I tried walking it off for about fifteen minutes and then going back to work. But I shortly made the call that that work was over and it was time to go home and partake of some drugs. I must say that alternating acetomeniphen with ibuprofen worked swimmingly.

After returning early back to home, we all went grocery shopping where inflation bit us in the but. Thank you very much for the tax cuts we don't qualify for that do nothing to stimulate the economy Mr. President. Dinner was frozen pizza with frozen veggies on the side. After dinner, Homeless Lass did the washing up, youngest daughter and I folded the last of the laundry and my wife did some sort of work on the computer while eldest daughter lied down on her lazy correbungus listening to her iPod. She was quite dismayed when I invited everyone who had done work after dinner back to the table for ice cream.

Evening came and morning followed. It was the eighth day. And, as mentioned in the intro copy, by morning most of the pain had gone. I'm still a bit tender; turning and twisting are not very comfortable. But the pain is far less than I expected. Liturgy was very nice, heartbreaking in fact. Tears were difficult to hold back.

After the trek home, I watched Fareed Zakaria's show on PBS. Then I went to work in the kitchen to get a start on a curry. To my great bewilderment, I discovered that we had no curry paste so I made due and tried a suicide mixture of spices from our cupboard. I'm hoping that if nothing else, my homemade chili powder will pull it out of the toilet. While I made curry, I oversaw my youngest daughter put together Janet's  Chocolate Medicinal Mousse Pie. Then we did the dishes together.

And I'm going to do my best to do no more work today. I will need to debone a chicken that is currently slowly cooking in the crock pot. Else, the curry I intend to be ready for dinner will have no meat. I'll also probably have to cook some veggies and make a salad. But hopefully, that will be all. Today is a day to rest.

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Cripes, you do need a rest. Good luck . . . by slozo (2.00 / 0) #1 Sun Sep 03, 2006 at 10:06:05 AM EST
. . . when the fires start up again and you're called to put them out . . .

wow, by webwench (2.00 / 0) #2 Sun Sep 03, 2006 at 03:50:25 PM EST
sounds like you'd better come up with a nefarious plan posthaste.

I'd suggest selling your half of the house to a carefully-selected buyer.


Getting more attention than you since 1998.

What Webwench said. by Phage (2.00 / 0) #3 Sun Sep 03, 2006 at 11:52:04 PM EST
If you are tennants in common you can sell your half of the house. Something I would recommend you do now.


That requires I find a buyer by lm (2.00 / 0) #4 Mon Sep 04, 2006 at 05:25:16 AM EST
Easier said than done.

There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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There's always a buyer by Phage (2.00 / 0) #5 Mon Sep 04, 2006 at 05:30:34 AM EST
It's the price that varies.
Seriously you should weigh up what it's costing you against the reduction on it's sale price.

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That isn't so by lm (2.00 / 0) #6 Mon Sep 04, 2006 at 05:33:57 AM EST
I've had another house on the market not too far from this one that sat on the market for six months that had three showings and no offers. Combine this with the fact that I'd be selling half equity severly restricts the amount of interest and the present condition of the first two floors, I think I've a better chance of winning the lotter than finding a buyer.

There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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Burn it down for the insurance ? by Phage (2.00 / 0) #7 Mon Sep 04, 2006 at 06:35:28 AM EST


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As much as I would like to do that by lm (2.00 / 0) #8 Mon Sep 04, 2006 at 07:44:26 AM EST
I'm not so dumb as to think I'm smart enough to do that and not get caught. The risks involved with that strategy far outweigh the possible rewards. Aside from jail time, the fire could spread to the neighboring houses or someone could die.

I'm thinking the best strategy involves fixing the remaining items on my to do list. The items on this list are entirely things that I think will prevent the house from being sold. Once those are done, it will be time to speak to a lawyer.


There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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Damn the insurance by anonimouse (4.00 / 1) #9 Thu Sep 07, 2006 at 12:18:32 AM EST
Sounds like the real bonus would be offing the relatives!

Girls come and go but a mortgage is for 25 years -- JtL
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