Except for the fact that right now, my 'crypto' is literally keeping me dry from the storm outside. The land alone is worth more than 250k right now. Give inflation time to erode the purchasing power of the greenback, and the godforsaken highway bypass to be built and fuck up the area just west of what was supposed to be the house I was going to die in, and this will be prime commercial property. Should time out just right for retirement to the 20 acres of Oklahoma boonies we bought in March.
It's finally over, several more digits in my checking account today. I thought I had made my last trip to the old place last week to mow the lawn, but of course today I get an email from Dick's "your package was delivered (to old address)" so I guess I'll be going back once more.
Just saw this. I think that the word you were looking for was 'glamorous'. That is, unless and until you can find an internet thread railing about the shady business ethics of Pet Waste Removal Professionals.
I was being serious. Shoveling shit is an honorable gig. Someone’s gotta do it! The sarcasm is the implication that being a realtor is not honorable…
One of my first jobs was shoveling shit, chicken shit to be exact. It had a really foul odor, especially under the watering troughs. Two bits an hour, which got bumped up to 35 cents an hour eventually. This was 1963. Plus I had a paper route. I wasn't much to look at but the bitches knew I had CASH!
Aum, 23 million dogs adopted since the shit show. You're issue with poop is, how's folks gonna feed 'em? California, how's the dogs supposed to hydrate? Sell now!
Nah, man. Me and the dawg enjoy the evening walks too much. I (hope that I) got time to wait this one out. If not, it is a pretty good spot to wait. Anybody wanna come help me mow it, though?
When we bought it, I came to the sobering realization that any trees that I planted then would barely make it to adolescence before I shuffle off this mortal coil. Plus the fkn dirt sucks. The Bradford pears on the left side of the picture and the cedars lining the property are all that'll grow. There's an elm behind the house that is giving it a college try, but looks like ass. My damn watermelon crop died, tomatoes died, the squash bore fruit that taste like cardboard. All in all a pretty shitty place for SHTF.
Then you’ll have to zig zag and circle the trees taking up even more time. although I truly don’t like houses like that. Sitting all exposed.