Teh Squeaky Wheel
Good morning, GN!
I think I’ll just leave it at that.
Echoing Fatwa: good morning.
I was watching Megyn Kelly on FOX last night pushing the SF illegal alien shooting story and she was going on and on how there’s been no comment from the White House, no response from the White House, no reaching out to the Stenlie family from the White house…and yet, Obama did all types of things for the family of Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, etc. And she wonders why.
It isn’t obvious? Kate Steinle was white. She was the wrong color of victim.
Almost forgot…happy Bastille Day.
Q: What did Marie Antoinette say to her husband as rioters stormed Versailles?
A: “Louie, Louie, oh baby, we gotta go!”
Happy Tuesday, Gerbil Nation!
Hai, Fatwa and Sven!
I’m heading over to my folk’s house this afternoon to check out its condition and meet with a real estate agent. We want to know what we need to do/should do to put it on the market and what we can expect to sell it for. Yes, my brother has finally agreed to sell it. What caused him to change his mind? Well therein lies a tale. My nephew (my brother’s son) has been living there rent-free since my Mom’s passing 5 1/2 years ago. Last summer we offered to sell him our half of the home at a significant discount so that he and his fiancee could enter the housing market. My brother passed on that offer. Sometime last month, a water line in the kitchen burst, flooding the house for 5-6 hours before it was shut off. The cabinets had to be removed, the tiles popped up, and the carpet in the adjoining rooms was damaged. Unfortunately the drywall mud contained asbestos, as did the asphalt tiles under the kitchen tiles. Now that remediation is complete and the insurance adjuster has paid a visit, we are waiting on a settlement from the insurance company. Meanwhile, my nephew and his wife have been living elsewhere. So, why sell the house? My nephew’s mom (my brother’s first wife) is moving back to California and my nephew and his wife will be buying a house with her, somewhere in the Inland Empire. So, now that nephew doesn’t need a place to live, rent free, my brother wants to sell the house (although he did say that Teh Older could live there, if he wants).
I have more sympathy for you than you know…
I am on my way (hopefully) to a nap.
I worked all morning at TCM. The first hour was boxing up moar of ZS leftover stuff. I took it to her apt., leaving her to put it away & sort through it.
I spent the rest of the morning packing up some dishware and filling trash bags. Some is real trash, some Goodwill kitchenware.
Yard Guy was there & just seeing what he did in a few hours after we left yesterday made me want to cry. I know BW will when she sees it. The front looks decent again. When we talked to him on the phone last night, just hearing how much he has already done cheered us up. anyway, he drove up while I was working & we visited for awhile. He was loading up brush & will be doing more later today. He is an old ex of Sis, but has been a family friend & kept TM’s trees trimmed & brought her firewood for 30 years. Granted, he was ” up to no good” with Sis in some of those years, but he has always made his own way & paid his bills.
I’ll write more when I can. We are still clearing the Aegeon (sp) Stables formerly known as Teh Crackhouse Mansion. We haven’t even gotten to the cleaning part yet! No wonder it took Hercules!
Hai, RabBeet and Paddy!
Glad Yard Guy was helpful; hope you’re almost done removing carp so you can get to teh cleaning.
The way folks are forced to deal with asbestos (especially the non-friable sort) is asinine.
(Also, Southern California Air Quality Management District inspectors are farking drama queens. On more than one occasion, I’ve heard them tell people to get back from possible asbestos -- which is fully encapsulated -- by saying, “Careful…this might be ‘hot’!” They act like that sh¡t’s plutonium or something.)
Hope the insurance company treated you reasonably right.
Sadly, what Rabbit and Paddy are dealing with seems little different than what we’ve dealt with with Mrs Sven’s siblings and assorteds. It’s apparently a gerbil curse--good luck, guys.