So I sit here waiting for Frank’s Septic. They are gonna pump the turd tank before we close escrow. While waiting I did the wife a favor. 
I picked lemons for her to take to yoga. She has been promising everyone. And I have to make good on her promises. I am a saint. Or at least nice. Out front, damn cold, in my robe, picking fruit. I am my wife’s bracero.
The septic guys got here. 
Yep, that’s them stuck under my tree. Morons. They are going in the other way and extend their pump hoses, which are plenty long, to get get the tank pumped. Truly a shitty job. Lmfao. I would not want to do it. Yuck.
I am going to go prepay them and head for the gym. That’s more my speed.
So they did not want to get paid till they were done. Ok. I went to the gym.
Back an hour later. They were done. And the inspection brought bad news. Turns out the middle wall of the turd tank is corroding. Which causes a transfer of the contents back and forth. This is bad. We are waiting for the full report tomorrow. I think I can get it repaired. But the septic guy wants a big contract to replace, I think. He isn’t getting it.
So I paid the the guy his rip off fee of 575$ yikes and went to work. Not a very exciting trip. I have all the luck. I have one appointment later at around four. And no others. Gives me a chance to do other things.
I had to spend some time finishing my rental application. They wanted a lot of info. A lot of info. About forty pages with the application included.
I also had to call three other property management firms in my quest for the almost perfect place to live. None had anything for me. Which is not ok. I need to find something soon. We have to be out in three weeks.
I have to send some more applications. And make a couple call backs. I may finally find a place to live. And if my mean wife turns nice I will let her live with me. She should be so lucky. I am not sure why I have to do all this work alone. I need to work too.
I managed to finish a couple tax returns after all my rental search work. I do need to do work everyday where I get paid. It would help tremendously if I could focus on that.
I went home soon after. The drive was rainy but had little excitement. All I can note is the lousy condition of the roadways. I hit one pothole that felt like it was two feet deep. Where the hell is the gas tax money? Sposed to be used to fix roads.
I got home around 730. Emily was not home yet so I fixed dinner. Leftovers. Still good. We had dinner around 8.
We watched bad TV for awhile. Right before bedtime, Emily finally decided to look at the rentals. We have to place applications against a certain home, can’t be a blanket cover of all properties. Not sure why they do it that way. Will need to call again tomorrow. I want to find one now. Of course, if the house does not close we may be out with no place to go.