Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
me a couple years back should appreciate this.
A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
failing.
So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
here. I'm jazzed.
CobraJet
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ThunderSnake #1
me a couple years back should appreciate this.
A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
failing.
So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
here. I'm jazzed.
CobraJet
--
ThunderSnake #1