So... since my direct deposit is actually delayed by two days, what do you think the chances are that my house payment check would go through today and overdraw my account?
About a hundred percent.
Crap in a hat.
Some time vey soon I need to get a palletload of concrete blocks and something like 60 80-lb. bags of concrete mix delivered. The ability to actually pay for them is kind of critical to that. I also need to pay some bills in there too.
I could concievably get the blocks delivered separately, and actually go pick up the concrete myself at a later time. They are pretty separate steps. It's just that it would be nice to have them delivered rather than having to go through that whole loading up the trailer thing again. And with 80-lb bags of concrete mix, I couldn't get them all at once, I'd have to make multiple trips.
Maybe it's a sign that I need to take a break. Problem is that I only have until early October to get the porch done, and that's including all the carpentry work. That leaves me a little over two months, and that ain't much when you can only work a couple of hours at a time. Plus that means that money is gonna be tight for the next couple months, as I still don't have all the materials.
Just looked at my face in the mirror. My whole left side is marred by little brownish spots-- it looks like I laid my face in chocolate crumbs-- and they don't wash off. What the hell?!?
This cold thing has got to go.
I think I'm going to fire my butler.
Being out of money today, I thought of something. I had the refund check that I got from the old apartment-- all of $38.00-- so I figured I'd cash it. Drawn on a Wells-Fargo bank.
I don't have a Wells-Fargo account. Which meant that they had to be a PITA, and I had to go inside and show two forms of ID, get fingerprinted and so on.
On the way out, they had a couple of "homeowner resource" books, so I nabbed a couple of them. They look expensive to print, but they were complimentary. I figured that any little way I can stick it to Wells-Fargo is a good thing.
The booklets are a combination of advertised resources (Landscape and construction companies, etc.) and tips for homeowners looking to fix up their property to sell. It also has a focus on new home buyers.
I thought it was interesting that the new home buyers guide listed some Minneapolis neighborhoods that were "good" neighborhoods. Uptown. Linden Hills. Lake of the Isles. Places where $500,000-and-up homes are the norm. Because you know, we wouldn't want any cultural diverity intruding on our clients.
The Fixing Up Your Home To Sell guide is actually pretty informative, though it's much more oriented toward hiring contractors to do the work instead of DIYers. Things like the two top rooms being the bathroom and the kitchen for return-on-investment, and curb appeal being more important than internal appeal.
They also mentioned hiring a "staging" professional: someone to dress your home to sell, rather than to live in. This person's job is to rearrange or rent furniture and decorations to dress your home like a movie set to make it more attractive to potential buyers.
Apparently you're not actually supposed to be living in your house when you're trying to sell it.
It does tend to focus me on particular elements of the house in remodeling priority. The front porch is obvious; that work has to be done by a certain time, or at least the main framing has to be done.
The amusement: while Sasha was having the yard sale, she got a number of queries about whether the house was for sale too.
Apparently a lot of people were figuring they could pick it up cheap.
Oddly, I think I'm feeling better. It might be just a phase, but I've also been drinking huge amounts of water. This illness seems to go up and down in phases.
I might actually attempt some mortar work tonight.
Do you ever actively read more than one book at a time?
Finished Harry Potter.
Trying to get a handle on how I feel, and I realize I can't. It's like my head is filled with noise, like a great rushing of water that won't let me focus on the feelings, All I get is a vague sense of disquiet.
I dunno, maybe it really doesn't matter. I don't really have time to feel anymore, and it doesn't change anything, it just is what it is.
It seems wrong, like something bad. Except I don't feel bad about it. Not numb exactly, just white noise and something uneasy.