Bamboozled

It looks like fishing poles sprouted up in the yard next door. The bamboo plants are now over 7 foot tall.

We are waiting to see how long it takes the city to do something about it. They cut the grass, bill the owner, but have yet to come by this year.

I was told by a neighbor that I would have first dibs to buy that house from the city for back taxes being that I live right next door, but I don’t have the cash to make an offer.

I was like ahhh… so I looked it up on the auditor’s website and, sure enough, the owner is listed as “address unknown” and the city tacks 600 a year onto his unpaid tax bill to maintain the yard.

So, to sound a bit like Mr. Rogers… who wants to be my neighbor?

There is a very good possibility that the city would consider an offer as low as 5,000 considering the back taxes are racking up to about five grand with the yard maintenance fees and all. I told the kids about it, but they don’t want to live that close to mama.

It could be a nice little house… 3 bedroom ranch, full basement, nice size yard, decent garage. Roof looks fine, newer style windows, siding needs washed and painted. And, it is located in a racially diverse South side neighborhood, near St. Matthias on a quiet little street of mostly owner occupied homes, within a half block walk to the nearest WRTA bus route.

I’m not a Realtor, have nothing to gain if someone buys it…. except a new neighbor who will hopefully keep that bamboo under control. I’ve read that it will eventually die off if you keep it cut down due to lack of photosynthesis (sunshine on leaves) but who knows? I just don’t want it spreading to my yard.

Thanks for reading!

 

Fave Tune: I Don’t Want to Know

I woke up with this Fleetwood Mac tune in my head and a clip about recognizing narcissistic behaviors with a check list to determine if you are in an abusive relationship in my inbox.

Oh, great. Please do not jump to conclusions.

I don’t have it in me to tolerate an abusive relationship. I’m too old and weathered to put up with psychological bull and I don’t know how to deal with physical abuse. I’ve seen too many women beat down, so my response might be with deadly force. You will know what happened if my next address is Marysville.

In fact, I periodically question my ability to tolerate relationships of any kind. Maybe I should stop writing blogs about it or venting over telephone lines.

Nah… that would be self-abuse.

Rest assured, dear friends, I am not in an abusive relationship.

Maybe my last post gave the impression that he expected me to drop my projects to do what pleased him…  nah, asking where I kept the broom was NOT a clue to make me jump up and do housework.  I told him where it was, and HE swept a floor.  He doesn’t try to control me. I’m the one who felt like I needed to take a night off, spend more time with my man… no manipulation on his part involved.

So, it’s okay here…. thanks for caring!

May Day 2017

Babe, it’s been a month since you’ve swept the floor.

No it hasn’t. It’s been a month since I blogged, but I didn’t say that out loud.

“No, it hasn’t,” I repeated. It’s been a month since he’s watched me sweep the floor, but I didn’t mention that part as it might shatter the illusion of household magic tending to domestic chores.

I swear that’s how things get done.

He just gave me a look and asked where I keep the broom.

If he has to observe me doing something to believe that I actually did it, then he must think that we have a miraculous self cleaning toilet and little fairies gather up our dust. I’m still waiting for the day he replaces an empty roll or… best just keep those thoughts to myself.

I know what he’s really saying… truth is, I have been preoccupied lately. I’ve opted to work long hours prepping to launch a new eCommerce business instead of doing things like hanging out doing nothing or lounging around watching television. I had research to do, homework to do… a lot of details to tend, not to mention all the hours of business related conversations with my daughter while we were both ramping up the learning curve.

So… without any fanfare, I launched Mice4Mars.com on May Day, then cleaned my office and cooked a nice dinner so we could eat and watch a movie together after his ball game.

He was snoring before the rice was done.

So much for that. Thanks for reading!