I met John Oates. Kinda.
He was in Denver for the Final Four Basketball Playoffs a few Decades ago. I was hangin' at the United Airlines 'Red Carpet Room' whilst 'preparing' for a long Flight to Heathrow. He ducked in and used the Urinal next to me. We didn't shake Hands. Short lil MoFo with a Porn 'Stache back then. But, with his Net Worth listed at ~$30- Mil when I looked it up just now, I guess me being 6'1" doesn't count for much.
Cloudy here. Enjoying this atypical Weather. I've got 'Fluorourcil' slathered on my Face, per Doctor's orders, to slough off all the lil White Guy 'Scalies' caused by ancient times at the SoCal Beaches. I look like a Leper until new Skin forms, and I return to my prior state of Handsomeness. I'm not claiming just where that is on The Bell Curve Of Lookitude. At over $200- for a small Tube of this 'Chemo Cream', I should wind up looking like Sean Connery in his prime years. Doubtful... But, any outcome beats the remote possibility of future Melanoma.
Met, and chatted up, a lovely Couple at the Dog Park who might want to buy this City House. So, that convo will continue when they return from a short Trip. Also slogging through crapola to sell our Mountain House. The original Owner didn't bother to pull a Permit on finishing the Basement, so I now get to clean up his procedural mess. $600- to the County right off the top for a retroactive 'As Built' Permit. Another $400- total to have both Plumbing and Electrical Master Tradesman come through and certify prior Work; clearly done back in '85 on the original Permit. Hopefully, they won't have to tear open Walls. It happens. The original 1985 Permit specifies the 2nd Bathroom in the then-Finished Basement, but one Department of the County ain't buying that this also included full Basement finish. All the Records are on nearly-illegible Microfiche. Whatever. It's like scrapping with the IRS. I got better things to do with my Sober time than fight County Bureaucrats. Button up and sell the Joint.
I expect the current Sale Contract to collapse, since I won't do all this Guano at the discounted Price already negotiated. Fortunately, I'm off the Legal Hook in that regard. The Listing Realtor is the one on the hook, since they listed >2,000 sq. ft. of finished House. The Realty Company Owner knew the original House Owner. The Buyer already paid for a pricey Well Production Test, and for a full House Inspection; all scheduled and done w/o asking me. They're in a rush to Close. I'm not. They either come to the Table at a new and improved Sales price, or lose that Money. All interesting Drama viewed with aloof disdain when you're not Drinking.
This ain't my first Rodeo. Yawn. Nothing to drink over. Life is good. After mucking through excruciating Whiplash Rehab Decades ago, and Home Detoxing to Sober up, I can pretty much catch Bullets in my Teeth. Besides, the Dog wants to go to the Dog Park today. Priorities.
Put the Hammer down on this Bus Accelerator, and let's get a move on!
'We're burning Daylight' ~ John Wayne
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