Life is never boring here at the Farm.
About a month ago, before the Ride, I had a mouse. He was in the pantry and wreaking havoc. He chewed the bottom off of several bags of flour, not funny. Crapped on everything and generally made a mess. I set traps. Numerous traps. I never caught him. Auntie stayed here with the Hellhoundz while I was riding and the fact that the mouse wasn’t caught prior to her arrival weighed heavy on me as I left that morning. I told her I thought he was gone, it was the truth. He hadn’t gotten into anything in several days including me peanut butter laden traps. I was right. He was gone.
I don’t know if he got stuck and couldn’t get out or became a conductor for that 220 line running down there. He was done. That is the back of the pantry. About two years ago I had air conditioning installed here. The electrical box is in the pantry. The guys didn’t fix the holes they cut in the walls and I just haven’t gotten to them. I put on some gloves but only got half of the mouse. He was either crispy crittered or petrified. If it’s the former, I need to have an electrician fix the bite marks in the 220. And half of the mouse is still in that hole. Maybe he was too fat from eating my flour and rice to get through the hole. Who knows?
I threatened my last remaining apricot tree. It bore no fruit last year. One tree fell, another was riddled with termites and this one has been fighting for it’s life. I told it that if it didn’t bear fruit this year it was firewood. It is currently full of fruit. This picture doesn’t do it justice. Those apricots are not green, it’s the kitchen light that did that. It could be a very good year for apricots. In other news I made a little discovery that I’ll be using in the very near future.
The interesting thing about Bubba is that he doesn’t hold a grudge. He doesn’t seem to care who he mixed it up with. He’s fine with Norman again. Ike on the other hand thought it was a good idea to mix it up with Norman on Saturday too. Ike’s ear is cut. Norman is fine. Ike has this not great thing that he’s developed that involves snarling and occasionally snapping at me. I was trying to put Norman in his crate and Ike stood in the kitchen snarling and wouldn’t let us through. I tried to move him to the side and he snapped at me. I’ve done things to curtail this but he’s had a couple of episodes, this is the only one involving another dog. I’m taking him in next week for some acupuncture. My theory is that he’s in pain and grouchy. If this doesn’t settle it down I’m afraid I’m going to have to let Ike go. I can’t be afraid of one of my own dogs. It may be that the pain has gotten too much for him and it’s time to let him go anyway. I’ll find out next week, but last Saturday was a little unnerving.
This real estate thing is interesting. If you work hard, you get deals. The deals might give you a lot of adjida, but I’d rather have adjida and make money than just have adjida. July could be very decent to me, good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.
Which gets us to my next subject. What have we done in this country where it has become acceptable to do a shitty job? I’ve got a 10 day escrow, I got bank approval on July 5. The escrow company didn’t ask for the demand from the HOA until July 7. The HOA’s are in default too and sent out to collections. The freaking deadbeat collection company refuses to send a demand any faster than 10 days because that’s how many days they have under law. Escrow should be closing on July 15, could be closing today, but may be delayed until July 22 just because of the collections company. And I called them and they refused to do any better without an additional $75. My father used to mock these sort of paper pushing asshats. I can see him acting that out in my head when I have to deal with incompetence like this. All I have to say about them is what a bunch of parasites!
I’ve got another deal where I called the HOA three times yesterday and never got a return phone call. All I want to know is what’s covered by the HOA’s insurance and what kind of policy does my buyer need to purchase. It ain’t rocket science. No one bothered to return my phone call. I return all phone calls within a maximum of 8 hours. During business hours a maximum of 2 hours. It’s my personal standard. Most calls are returned with about 15 minutes, some before a voicemail is left. The goal is concierge service. There are people in this business that have yet to return a phone call to me. There is one big REO guy who I had an entire escrow with and never talked to the arrogant sonofabitch. His “assistant/mistress” didn’t return phone calls either. Just for the record, dude, I know your license is restricted. I don’t remember what you did but eventually I will. There’s a good chance that information will appear here. You really need to treat your colleagues with more respect.
And finally, why do dogs fart and then look at their asses as if to say “What’s that noise?”