Mosh Glass

It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and I bet it’s close to 70. And it’s February. Wtf? The birds are making a racket outside while I search for my newspaper. Which I did not find. I hate that.

Got on the phone with the newspaper folks. That took some work, they keep the number well hidden. But, I did speak to a person and she was calling for a redelivery. Cool.

Emily came downstairs while I was on the phone. And headed out the door to yoga while I was still on the phone. But, I concluded the call. Right then, Emily yells from outside, she found the paper. Was in a strange place but it was there. Oops. Hope I catch the guy on the rebound so I can say sorry.

I just finished reading said paper. Not much of interest. Thinnest paper of the week. And I was worried when I did not get one. I gotta relax. Well, coffee is gone and breakfast is digesting. I could just sit here and daydream which is a pleasant way to waste time. Or I could take a shower and get dressed. Maybe that.

Tomorrow is Super Bowl and we have no plans. Except my buddy Bob said just now let’s do something. So maybe we have plans. I am most of the way there. Ok, now I have plans. Bob and Renee are coming over sometime midday with food. We will drink strong beverages and eat protein rich snacks while watching the game. It will be the first game I have watched all year.

I left for work after talking to Bob. Emiky has already left to meet up with her sister Dee. They are getting pedicures. I guess women have to do that in pairs. I am not well versed in that area.

I managed to clean up my desk and finish a couple tax returns in the four hours I was in the office. I also fielded several calls and a lot of emails. It was thrilling. When Emily finally got done, she called and said we should meet at Costco to shop for tomorrow. So right now I am sitting in the Costco parking lot in my car. Waiting on the bride. It is damn busy here. I parked way far out. Will need a shuttle I think. I just hope she gets here soon. I am playing on my phone and I hmgot a weird look from a passerby. When you think about it, all he could see is me staring at my lap with my hands out of sight. People have dirty minds. I am gonna go loiter by the front door.

I waited by the front door for Emily. This Costco is hella busy. The food court is out front here, not inside. There are about 50 people in line and all the tables are full. Like I said, busy. But lots to watch. Emily did show up. First thing she says is boy is this Costco busy. I know that.

We grabbed a cart and were off. We are here for three things. But, this is Costco so it will end up being 12 and $150. This ain’t my first rodeo.

Problem with this Costco is, it’s not mine. Or not my regular one. So we found it laid out weirdly, and impossible to find anything. And busy as hell, if I have not mentioned it. Well we found the meat we came for but not the chips or dip. What else? Almonds, crackers, cookies, ibuprofen, cheese and crackers, cheese plate, etc, none of it planned. $162. I hate Costco.

We went home. The food line out front had 75 people in it. The food is not that good or that cheap. I would pay more for no line and better food. But some people just love this place too much. I managed to get out front of Emily and beat her home.

Once home Emily went out to the glass house to fire some glass. I put away my Costco groceries. And started to make dinner. I also put the lamb chops and filets in separate marinades for tomorrow’s game snacking. Emily came in and asked for a cocktail. I offered her some of the new whisky but she wanted a mixed drink. So on comes the whisky sour. I had a sip of new whisky.

We finished making dinner. Salad with the leftover tri tip on it. Quite delicious. We slammed down dinner fast and now are watching bad TV. Something we do far too often. Like every night.

It’s 1050 pm Friday night. I Yelped a restaurant review instead of bogging. Sorry. Go read the review of Fortress on Yelp. It’s in Vacaville CA.

This is it for today. Good night.

It’s the usual day.
Ahhh, my breakfast. Pancakes as always. On the spatula, no sugar free syrup. Yumm!

My first work call/text started at 645. Too GD early but some associates are only available early. First incoming text 244am. Why be up then except to pee? It is obviously an early work day. I am trying to get all this crapola out of the way so I can have a nice workout prior to going to work. KnowwhatImean? I think you do.

I am trying to get this deal done with a client that makes his $30M cash flow 99% income tax free. We are at the very end of the process that started damn near two years ago. All involved are nervous because these things can be delicate and fall apart at any point. But all work is done and we just need to close financing. Which I hope we can. Because we all get paid. I like getting paid. I have a house to build, too. Those ain’t free.

Today I have to go to a new bank as well. Hopefully they will not treat me like a criminal or terrorist and let me open a checking account. My personal bank of 25 years would not. Amazing.

Workout was fine. Upper body. Had to share a machine today. 40 machines, 3 people in the gym and I need to share. Something is clearly crazy.

I did remember something today. Pictures.

The picture of vigorous good health. Am I right?

Time for a shower.

Bad news. I never finished this post. So I am going to end it now.

Title is a new sitcom. I don’t think anyone will watch.

I had three ginger snaps for breakfast, the ones I made for dessert the last time Marika visited. That was Sunday I think. They are really good and make a fine and substantial breakfast. I recommend them.
That is my cookie jar, shaped like a teardrop trailer. Very cool. That would have been cookie number four but I have some restraint. Not much.

A good breakfast is how you start a great day. I have an incoming call at 8am fronthe IRS. The auditor, whom I have never met, has an attitude. A few auditors have an “I’m from the IRS and I can do anything I want” attitude. Over the last 25 years I have seen a few. This gal is one. Judy Lee from the Bellevue, WA office. First time I spoke to her she had an attitude. So I know that’s not me. She is the same way with the client, whom she has also spoken to. I don’t like her, she is not very good at her job and I’m sure loses a lot of audits. When you have an attitude the accountants and lawyers double down and want to kick your ass. I do. One more thing, my client has a deadline of 1/31 to deliver paperwork. On 1/20 her 24 year old nephew died. The auditor, Judy Lee, would not grant an extension. She said,”she had time and she should have done it earlier”. What a heartless bitch.

Btw I was on the third floor where the computer is. And I noted while I was sitting there that my dog Jaxon had pooped all over. I hate that dog.

Well, on that sunny note I got ready for my day. I took the IRS call while in my robe. Good enough for them. Too good. Went to shower and shave. It’s a good part of the day. I took my time.

Went downstairs. On my way out the door I see Latte left me her gift. I hate that dog.
One pees and one poops. Inappropriately. I hate dogs.

I did manage to get to work. Finally. I did have a really great email from First Northern in my inbox when I arrived. They decided to not open my entity accounts. The four LLC and one Corp account. These assholes were so nice as to allow me to keep all the accounts I have had the last 20 years. God I hate banks. Now I have to find another bank to go to. I have a couple possibilities for tomorrow. I hope they work.

While sitting at my desk, hating all banks and bankers, I still managed to get work done. I know it sounds like a broken record, but it was emails, calls, letters to the damn IRS, a client visit, visit by a friend. The usual. Got to love work. I don’t. Not much else to the day. Normal crap.

Went home at about 6. Quick drive without any problems. As it should be. We managed to throw together a dinner. Chopped salad with sautéed chicken. And a couple leftover ribs. Very good considering it’s unplanned nature.

We are watching TV. Good TV. For a change. Bedtime is twenty minutes away. And I am ready.

I am not sure that really matters in any substantive way.

I have no appointments today. Emily and I were scheduled to meet with our architect, builder and engineer at 430 today. But Engineer Glenn fell down and broke his crown, actually he busted three ribs. Says it hurts too much to drive. Hurts me too, Glenn.

In honor of our meeting, a bill arrived in yesterdays mail from the architect. Yikes. That guy is damn expensive. He does seem to be very good at what he does. One can only hope. I gotta go roll a few drunks and rob a video store to pay him. Are there any video stores left?

It is 8am. Emily just left for work, late. That happens. I have been texting with junior the past few minutes. Marika joined in. Cissie was on my text too but something came up. I need to go work out. I am burning daylight. Like that would work.

Nice workout, maybe an hour. Just some cardio and weights, an off day. Still god to do it, if just to make me feel better. Best to be a little sore all the time. It reminds you that there are muscles that need moving. Lower body strength leads to a longer life, or so I have been told.

I got home and here was someone on the roof of the garage. It ain’t Christmas and he had on a blue hoodie. Turns out Linda the broker had sent him out on her nut to fix the leak over the stove. About time. Should make buyer happy. Still have not heard on the septic.

I have one appointment today and it’s a phone call. One of my audits requires some back up for the employee benefit plan expense we have put on the return. My call today is with the plan creator and I want a little guidance on easing this through the process.

So off to shower and dress. Getting dressed is important for everyone else in the world. No one wants to see me naked. Hell, not even me.

So it turns out my call came in while I was in the car. No bluetooth, I just drive illegally. Had a nice chat with the plan trustee. He has a lot of information on the RPT. The audit does not center on that but the $275k deduction does make it a target for the auditor. Go figure.

Nice drive to work, chatting most of the way. Otherwise an uneventful trip to Sacrmento. Of course, commutes are best when no event occurs.

Got to work around noon. Not much going on. Did the usual crap I do at work. Lots of calls. I spoke to an IRS auditor who did not think death a valid excuse for failure to provide paperwork. I respectfully disagree. What a bitch. I also kept up on trying to get all my new accounts open. The bank is being a bear about getting the accounts open. I had a few client calls. I billed for all the 1099s, daddy gotta eat.

Just a day full of small tasks, when put together they go in the right direction.

Headed out at about 610. Need enough time to get to the carniceria and pick up dinner. It is Tuesday. One of these Tuesdays I should get tacos, of all things. Then it may be taco Tuesday for real.

Ended up with Costilla de Puerco and I also ordered a chile relleno. When I got home I discovered the Mexican retard at the store gave me chile verde. What a moron. Next week I may have to have words with her. If only I were fluent in Spanish.

Dinner was still very good. Emiky likes the chile verde. Mine was good too. Just missing the chile relleno.

After dinner I spent some quality time with the garbage cans. I also dumped the cat box. That’s always a ton of fun. Fortunately not a heavy garbage day so not too much work.

We are now sitting and watching Ellen degeneres game show. Kinda stupid, but the antics are entertaining. Easy questions mixed with dumb people and a little supposed danger. It’s funny, not uproarious, and keeps me from my book. I am going to bed.

It’s 740 pm. Do you know where your blog post is? Not written.

Em and I just finished dinner. Caesar salad with tri tip on it. A side of deep fried avocado. Which was good, strangely. Emiky has been in Vacaville after work cuz she really needed to go to The Rack. Needed. Sure. Anyway, she bought herself a pair of pants and since she was right there she picked up dinner for us.

My day ended pretty much the way it started. I was finishing a tax return for client Rob from Placerville. Nice guy. Has a good world view. Has several companies so I get to do several tax returns. Which I like quite a bit. I made two trips to the bank prior to that during my day. Trying hard to get the accounts for my LLC opened. The bank wanted an operating agreement. Which I provided to them. But later in the day they wanted a different type of operating agreement which I provided and hen they wanted the other members to sign too. These bank assholes don’t know what they want. They are stupid. Prior to my bank trips I was tax returning it most of the morning.

My lovely counterpart, was in class for the 100th day of school. She dressed up as a 100 year old woman for the day. She is cray cray. But she did look the part of old lady. Some of her kids, on their own, also dressed up as same. It is nice to see the kids getting into it. I stopped by after going by the body shop with Emilys car. There is a new scratch and dent up front left and Emily loves her car. So we got to fix it. Monday.

After workout this morning, and shower, I had to go to the body shop with Emilys car. Yesterday, while I was at Safeway, I took her car, someone put their big tire into the front left bumper and quarterpanel of her car. I got blamed, of course. I really love damagingbit and then paying for body work. It’s my thing. Right. Anyway, since we know the owner of Superior Auto Body, I went to school and got her car and went to Superior.

Alex at Superior was nice. But, let’s face it, we are good customers. Mostly because my wife wants her car perfect all the time. So I had an estimate done. I am going to have him fix all problems while I’m there. Might as well.

My workout this morning, lower body, is a short workout. So I added an elliptical session at the end. Nothing big. I would like to be in better shape so a little extra can’t hurt.

Marika was home this morning. She came home for dinner last night and stayed over. Said she had to leave by 730 to make her 10am class. At 730 she was in our bed having moved over from her own at 645. I left for my workout so I hope she made the trip to class on time.

It’s 840 pm. I have been at this for an hour. Crazy what I do for art. We have been watching rerun TV for true last hour. I am not really paying attention.
Emily is riveted, isn’t that obvious. Fortunately it’s bedtime.

Emily just commented that the Sunday funnies are not as funny as they used to be. I have been thinking same for a couple years. Why? There can’t be any fewer cartoonists out there, right? I don’t enjoy them to any great level. I still read them but don’t laugh much. Sad.

We got up about 840 this morning. The night before wore us out. The dinner out really was an awesome outing. It’s nice when my self-hype is held up to the actual event and the event is better. I gotta start hyping myself bigger I guess.

So we both sat and read the paper and ate breakfast together. Not the usual. Emily goes to workout on sundays and I am home alone. No matter. Paper was without merit today. I found myself starting to read articles and dropping out quickly. Slow news day?

I have plenty planned for today. Smog the car. Work on the S2000 to find the “klunk”. Then wash the gal cuz she is dirty after the unpaved, wet dirt parking lot last night. That place is a little rough. Part of the charm.

Does that sound like plenty? Gotta shower first. Start the laundry. Sunday. Ok, I am as clean as I will be today. I stripped the bedclothes from the bed. I reset Roomba on the charger. Boy, this is a banner day! The car is next.

Found a smog place open in Vacaville. Headed over. No line, no wait had a $30 off coupon. What can go wrong? Well, I can fail the test. Seems connecting the chip into the Mass Air Sensor wiring is a visual fail. Because I “tampered” with the equipment. A load of horseshit. I left and went to see Dennis, my mechanic. He required it for me. Quickly. I went back to the smog shop and I passed. See what a little studying does for test results?

After that debacle I went home. I pulled the air filter off the Fit and put it in the dishwasher. Easiest way to clean it. Need it dry to drive but it’s still early and I have time.

Went to work on the convertible. I need to find the source of the “klunk klunk” the hs been plaguing it. My mechanic had me take it into a shop and check the under side. Nada. He said I should take it into ge dealer and maybe they could find it. That was a couple months ago. Today I set aside some time to find it. So I took apart the trunk basically and went through all areas I could behind seats and in the boot. Nada. So in this tiny car there is little room. So there is no glove box in the usual spot up front. It’s actually between the seats. And it’s hard plastic in the inside of the box. Makes a drum like sound when you knock on it. Well, last night, when we were driving, I noted the sound came from behind Emily. She said it came from behind me. So I said, must be in the middle. Well, I opened the glove box. Inside my registration. And the lock but for unlocking the lugs on my wheels. And I think, does that roll around in here? And make a loud drum noise? So I took it out and went for a ride. No noise. I put it back, went for a ride, there was the noise. I may not be Einstein but I think I figured it out. It now resides in a small container, with pudding, in the glove box. No noise. Glad I didn’t take it to the shop. I woulda looked dumb.

So in honor of solving this ancient riddle, I washed the car. Noise free and clean. Bonus!!

Emily got home about then. She was not nearly as impressed as I was with the cure of the car as I was. Too bad.

Not much else to do. Put cars and crap away. Head inside. Sit down. Realize I needed to go to the pharmacy for Rx. So done.

Got home and set tri tips to defrost in the sink. Marika is coming. I also made ginger snaps. Gonna be awesome of course. Glad to be done with cookies so I sit down. Emily immediately says, let’s go make the rest of dinner. No. I say gimme five, slave driver! Or something to that effect. I am taking five. I can update the blog. That’s important work.

Ok. So Emily made a salad. I prepped the meat and started the BBQ. Put the meat on. Marika arrived. Emiky roasted some cauliflower. I made cocktails for everyone. A regular Sunday night dinner. I guess. We did enjoy our dinner.

After dinner we are watching the Grammys. I should say, I am stuck watching them. Emily and Marika seem to enjoy it. I find most award shows to be mundane and boring. I don’t enjoy them even when I know who the nominees are. The Grammys do nothing for me. Just more noise

My car air filter, which I had cleaned in the dishwasher earlier, has finally dried. I left it in front of the fireplace too dry. I reinstalled it just a few minutes ago. Hope rhere is a huge difference. Probably not noticeable. But I can dream.

Marika is spending the night. And leaving early am. She has class in the morning so has to be back early. Always nice to get a quick visit from the girl.

I am ready for bed. It’s late enough, 920. But I have to wait for Emily. Marika will prob go to bed too I think. Maybe I can sneak up to bed. And make it so O can get in it. Last bit of work for the day.

I think Saturday’s newspaper is the weakest of all days. I would guess that’s because of lower amount of advertising content, though I am just guessing. If there is less as content there is less other space to fill and fewer stories which defines less content and makes the days per weak from a readers perspective. That’s my critical analysis. Or two cents worth. Though I think with inflation it’s more like $1.50.

Emily is teaching Saturday school today. So it is as a lot like a regular morning. One difference, she gets up and says “stay in bed” which is nice. But when she gets up I wake the hell up. She keeps quiet but that hardly matters. I wake up. So, feed animals, feed Emily, coffee her. Same as every day. Then she goes to work and I sit and read a lousy newspaper. Comfortably, with nowhere to go. So this is a peaceful day. I have finished my coffee and breakfast of nasty cakes. Read the paper and just sit. Nice. Soon, when I finally feel like it, clear the table, do the dishes, empty the dishwasher, check the laundry, take a shower, and get ready for the days chores. Speaking of, I am meeting Emily at her classroom at 1230. We are going to clean out her classroom. When I say clean out I mean it ends with a trip to the dump. I hate our local dump, it costs at least 20$ to get in and often much more. To throw away garbage. Probably cost less to buy it in the first place. Another racket. Though I have little choice.

As a kid I loved the periodic trips to the dump. I always had fun throwing garbage out the back of the trailer. Breaking glass, and smashing things. In those days a kid, like me, could wander around and no one said boo. I could find cool stuff, see huge rats eating unidentified things, and also identified yuck, occasional tv screens to throw a rock through(CRTs explode,fyi), watch the seagulls fight for garbage, and have a blast. That’s not allowed anymore. Probably why my kids did not enjoy it as much as I did. Also, as a kid my Dad paid. He never complained so I suppose it wasn’t that bad. I haven’t been to the dump in a couple years.

I forgot. Plumber Kevin is here to strap the water heater. Local code says it’s got to be strapped or it’s unsafe. So I guess it’s been unsafe, without incident, for the last 37 years. I am sure all of us will sleep better knowing it is strapped down. Finally.

This item is just one more stupid task that must be done to serve our government regulation machine. I also have to go to the hardware store and pick up a fourth CO alarm. Because, it turns out, three is not enough. Some bureaucrat somewhere is sleeping more soundly as I protect his job. I feel better.

Strapping job is done. Now it won’t fall over in an earthquake. The house will fall over but the water heater will stand. Just another $100 I can do without I guess. Seems to keep the plumber employed and at least I like him.

With plumber gone I can go do the laundry. Then its time to launder me. Gentle cycle please. No tumble dry, I break easily.

Off to the hardware store. More government regulation to satisfy with another CO monitor. Ran into John, he repairs and maintains my big riding mower. He actually knows someone who may want to buy it. Glad I went in. Next up the post office. It’s open on Saturdays which is really beneficial. I might never get there otherwise.

I am back home. Need to get the truck to Emilys classroom for the junk haul. To the dump we go.

I have spent the last 90 minutes pulling boxes and bags from Emilys classroom. What a load of crap. The truck is not quite full but you can see it from here.
Emilys class does not even look emptier than before. Yikes.

I pulled up to dump and there are 20 vehicles in line in front of me.
There are an equal number lined up to get out. Gonna be awhile. Kind of a hurry up and wait sort of thing.

So I got in in only 15 minutes. Not so bad. Five minute drive to the dump site and start tossing garbage! All my garbage is “clean” and it was a quick dump. I thought I would be out quick. Wrong.
That is the out line. 30 minutes to leave. What a pain.

Went straight back home once I was released from the compound. Nice day for a drive. Got home and had a little nosh, one of the deviled eggs. Don’t want to eat too much since we are going out to party tonight! Really looking forward to it. I do love Bull Valley and have not been there in quite some time.

Emily just got home from school. She had a long day as well. We are both tired. Maybe I can talk her into going to bed with me. For a nap. It’s worked before. Right now I am just sitting which is really nice when you have been working all day.

It’s 530 and I haven’t moved in the last hour. I have blogged a bit. I signed my dad up for online banking. Actually it’s for me to pay bills but it his account. The 800 number signed me up with no trouble and very little security. Worked well.

Called dad too. Just checking in and let him know what I’m doing. I learned something from him that’s very interesting. My grandfather Ralph and his sister Tillie moved to East Auburn from San Francisco right after the ‘06 quake. And they settled about a mile from where we bought land. Crazy. My great grandfather Armand Maurice Vivier married a woman from Auburn and her farm was near us too. Funny how life makes a circle. Not much else going on in Visalia. Dad does not live an exciting life. Of course, I don’t either but I do have more going on.

Emily has been napping. Without me. The bum. I came up and found her asleep. So I am here watching TV news, which is not new news, for the last 20 minutes. Before news was a travel show. Kinda boring. At least I can blog for entertainment.

It took Emily 30 minutes to get ready. Why so long so do not know. Then she decided she can’t drive at night. So I got out the S2000. Ablittle more fun but I has to drive. Which is a bad idea. The trip is not long but takes about an hour. Barb and Kirk were right behind us. Port Costa is a nice trip just off the interstate and a few miles up the coast of the San Francisco Bay. That Pernod the drive, right off the bridge is fun in a little roadster like mine. Not sure Emily had as much fun as I did.

Tonight’s dinner was fabulous. Lots of great food and cocktails. We had our favorites, mussels and fries, and pork stew. Also the buttermilk chicken and macaroni. Not a dud in the bunch. The Roadhouse makes some truly awesome pre prohibition cocktails. Inhadbonenof my favorites where the others had some tried and true cocktails. We all had seconds. Our bar bill was equal to the food bill. Doesn’t matter, a good time had by all.

I almost fell asleep on the way home. But that would not work because Emily was already asleep. Who would drive. So I stayed awake. And I am finally home. I feel like I won’t need to eat for a week. Though I may force myself.

Time for alcohol induced coma I think. Goodnight.

It’s friday. You know what that means. It means tomorrow is Saturday. You were thinking something else?

Worked out early this morning. It was crowded, three people in the gym. Nice, regular workout. I was even sore later. Done by 9, awesome. Went home and because it’s Friday I have a newspaper. About ten I got a text from an appointment I forgot about. Oops. Had to rush through shower and shave. Grabbed everything and ran. Got there by 1020. Not bad. It don’t take long when you know what your doing.

There were seven people to meet with. I had no idea. I made a presentation for the whole office. All semi independent loan officers who get w2s so cant deduct their expenses under new tax law. And they want me to figure out how to structure each person in order to accomplish it. Not sure, I have an idea, but in practice I can’t determine a good answer. Lots of issues. I need to really think on this.

After the meeting I had to go back home to get everything I forgot when I ran out to my meeting. When you hurry, you forget. Me too.

Off to work. Made it around 1230. No other appointments today which is awesome.

I spent the next couple of hours doing actual work. The kind I get paid for. Tax returns. I have quite a few prior year returns to do while I wait for all the current stuff to come in. Won’t be long.

I went to the bank with some signed documents to get three more accounts opened. Bank rejected all. They wanted “wet” signatures. Assholes. They could have told me that when they gave them to me.

Fortunately I can get them signed tomorrow when we go out.

So back to the office and more work. And do the office payroll. And more work. You can see the trend, no? I managed to get out by 6pm and went home. Btw the recent rains are helping degrade our highways. The nasty pothole count is way up. I seem to keep finding them. With my front driver side tire. I hate CalDOT. Losers.

Anyhow I’m home now. We are eating in since we are going out tomorrow night to Port Costa to eat at Bull Valley Roadhouse which is one of our favorites. Marika is coming from Sant Rosa and the Garlick’s, our neighbors and friends are coming too. Big party, and no excuse, just want to go out and have a good time.

So we had ribs from a bag, sweet potatoes and deviled eggs. Emilys deviled eggs are the bomb. I ate three eggs. I said they were good. The sauce on the ribs was not very good. Too sweet. Still ok and tomorrow’s dinner will be great. Or maybe beyond great.

After dinner Emily and I sat in the front room, fire going, eating candy and watching my favorite TV show. A very nice evening. She is already in bed now having ran off before I was ready. I am barely catching up to her. She will be asleep before I have a chance to get in bed. She turns out like a light. Quick and off.

I am going to go brush my teeth and go to bed. May try to read a little. Not sure how successful I will be. This new book has not set a hook yet. I hope it does. My last book was really pointless and hard to read. I should write a review. Probably titled “this book stinks” or “don’t read this” not sure. No worry, this new one is better.

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.