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- New Jersey, America
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After 30 days, the farm I've lived on (or next to) for 40 years, will pass to another immigrant family. 3 generations lived on this former apple orchard, many pints of blood split, many mouths fed. I've got a 6 month lease ready to go on a rental house, and in those months, I have to find a permanent home... too bad it's during the dead of winter :\
Anyway, I' got 2 12' containers yesterday, and all my worldly possessions will go into them: books (8 milk crates), VHS tapes (more than 8 crates), furniture, tools, fabriaction materials (wood, metal), all the art work I've bought here over the years... in the end, I can't take it with me after I die, but it's nice to have toys and tools and cookery at hand.
Moving is kinda easier when you're young, and your stuff is modern and light, and there's not a lot of it. More milage, more baggage I suppose. The new owner wants to eventually tear these terra cotta and brick structures down, this is one of the 2. There's a few old wooden advertisment signs in the middle, as a cattle/horse barrier. I'll take photos of the inside once it's all cleaned out for the new owners.
November 23rd Sunday morning Update: About this time yesterday, before I woke up that Saturday morning, my brother sold my fathers green toolbox. I specifically asked that it not be sold, but it was, so now I don't have any small or medium wrenches to work with. There was never a complete set of anything in that small box (with stand), but it was our 'go to' box for tools, even after my father passed away. I couldn't lift it, so I left it in an out of the way place, thinking no self respecting Californian would let a random citizen of New Jersey off the street, climb into a darkened, cramped box trailer 2 feet off the ground.
Anyway, I thought I was adult enough to be able to forgive and forget it, but when I woke up this morning, coughing and hacking from the cleaning I did in the kitchen last night.... I woke up very very angry. It's never been more clear to me, that my older brother and sister have no empathy, that when they left New Jersey, they left all senimentality behind. I'm still going to be the 'baby' of the family to them, subject to whatever preconceptions they have about me.
November 27th (Thanksgiving) Update: It sucked. All I needed was 20 mm socket for 1/2" drive, and my brother wouldn't borrow it from his friend, who was hosting us for dinner... I had other plans and wanted to get done replacing the brakes on the truck, plus I hadn't showered in 3 days, I was working in a wind chill of 20 degrees in wet mud :| After I managed to clean up, I went out looking for dubious thrills and was left wanting... serious sinus headache from not taking any allergy meds :(
How many cats can you find in this picture (soon to be potentially homeless/caged/euthanized)? I still haven't gotten all the Never-Seize off my jacket and fingers yet, but better more than less, when it comes to protecting bits of vehicle, exposed to the elements.... Man, those back rotors (the thing the brake pads rub against to slow the wheel) are shot, hardly any meat left and chunky rusty, might even warp under a hard brake O_O Glad they're making them cheaper nowadays.
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November 30th Sunday Update: (a PM excerpt)
: Cheers, be good and stay cool.
Damn. No choice. The ignitor on the forced air gas furnace took a shit tonight, almost set my fringe on fire trying to light it with a BBQ lighter -whoomp- only singed my hand hairs and scared me plenty. The outside street lights' electric eye took a shit (They come out mostly at night, mostly), door doesn't close right, probably a few other things have gone wrong in the month my sister's been here. Furnace next door got replaced Friday, my Pops last adjustment permanently turned the oil pressure up to 11, so it's days were already numbered.
I had a Chinese broad give me the hardest massage ever tonight! No pain yet, it's amazing... every other back person I've went to causes pain afterwards, must be crappy Western medicine at work. Ribs hurt like hell though, guess I'm not fully healed up from the motorcycle re-entry... with the iron in this soil, it's damn near like falling on concrete :) Gotta respect good dirt, if you're a farmer. It's just one of many titles I've gone by over the years: nerd, dark cloud, producer, janitor, laborer, camera operator, pipefitter, technician, jurist, editor, subject, sinner, author, screenwriter, wheelman, owner-operator, tax payer, employee, son, brother, boy and man.
December 2nd Update: This place sucks. Who thinks Wite-Out white is a good color? Not me, not by a damn sight. So used to having decent wood panels and cabinents to look at. I can't get fucked up enough to think this rental house will be tolerable, even over a period of time. Anyone got any suggestions on how to improve this?!
And the strong mold smell is spicy, like old dog eggs with a side of green cough syrup from 1954, and that's a major concern. UV-B/C wavelengths can destroy surface mold, germs, just about anything alive. Ever look at a blacklight and your eyes start acting funny? Exposure can cause serious eye and skin damage... so it must be great for disinfecting! Only problem is, the price. UV-C can't penetrate most glass, and selling a potentially dangerous product doesn't help with availability either... sometimes you see them along ceilings in food prep or hospital areas.
Fuck it, I will endeavor to persevere. To that end, I have purchased components to make my last 6 months in New Jersey, a triffle easier. Once assembled, these components will become a modern, enthusiasts' computer, a desktop PC, if you will. The down side? The local USPS postman is delievering the video card, not the UPS or FEDEX man |: This guy makes the postman in Fraiser look trustworthy and reliable. Plus he sucks at closing mailbox lids...
December 3rd Update: I backed out of the rental house, gonna take a big hit to the wallet |: >:( I can't sacrifice my health (and my stuff), to toxic mold. WIth my sinus problem still unresolved after 4 fuck head ENTs...... Looking at a crappy condo a few miles away, hopefully be able to take the housecat too... almost too close to home, and we (sis and I) gotta be outta here on the 17th, so they can check things out freely without us being there, it's something required to close. Another last minute change to the deal. Again. Must be a management trick by my sister to ensure last minute compliance from me. Again.
Getting played, fucks with my ego, but I'm remianing calm. I'll get pissed off later, kill some 2D sprites, drive out to PA to find a permanent home, dull my senses... soon the worst will be past me, and my destiny can be mine alone to control.
December 11th, 11:11 PM EST/Pico Time: Well, here I am again, in the garage next door, 280 feet closer to the AP (wireless access point). I haven't had to travel down here since I figured out a way to use tinfoil and a saw, to cut an opening/line-of-sight, out of a tree, so I could send/recieve the wifi radio/internet. Another long story....
I wish I had better news, there's been a classic 'change in the plans' and yet, everyone's wanting to get this done before Christmas before everyone decides to fuck off. I've been told the farm sale still will likely go through, I still have my doubts, since the "Empire Strikes Back" change in plans, is enough to skunk the whole deal... and I'm the one in the hot seat, or rather, lack of a hot seat, especially now, in an unheated garage, standing at a makeshift table, with my broken latop in front of me, and my (also) donated LCD screen to my left. Another long story, to those of you not familiar with my eariler posts.
I hate this waiting game, but I have little choice, as I've already lost so much in the leadup to this thing. I've got just enough saved up to find a place for 6 months, which should be more than enough time to find a new home, and for the check to clear for the farm.... so I can buy a smaller one, in a state, far, far away.
There's more to say, some good some bad, no time |: It's been a while since I had to stand in the cold, typing to the world using a name of my own creation. My father was alive then, for one.
December 17th Update: Today, I was not supposed to be here. Today, the new buyers were entitled to have complete access to the property for 48 hours, at the end of which, they'd deposit the final payment, and the deal would be done. Since they didn't do the second to last payment, the whole plan has been knocked into a cocked hat :p Now they'll surely renegotiate a lower price, because they found things they didn't like in the soil... because money always matters |:
And I'm still waiting for a number of things to happen. Told the real estate lady not to wait for me, if another offer comes along, I still might not be ready or able to move...
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