THAT WAS THE WEEK THAT WAS

Sunday, 23 July 2017 09:01
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 Well, this has been a week.

Last Saturday our friends went on a three-week vacation, which includes a Mediterranean cruise.

Saturday night at 6:55 PM we got a call from their burglar alarm company saying the alarm had been set off and the police were on their way. We didn't hear anything back so we assumed it was nothing.

Monday we found out that the house could close escrow on Friday or next  week if everything fell into place. Gary suggested that we try to find a septic tank service that could do the pumping and inspection sooner than we had it scheduled. Our real estate agent was skeptical that we could, but I made a call and suddenly we had a company that would do it the next day. That was when I KNEW it would close. And on Monday Gary went to our friends' house to water their yard and he said it looked like someone had taken a drill and tried to drill through the deadbolt, which set the alarm off.

Tuesday I went out and sat reading "Born Round" by Frank Bruni while a remarkably cheerful man (considering the line of work he's in) pumped and inspected the two septic tanks. When I got home, Gary was on the phone with the title company, who asked us to come in and sign our part the next day. They also told us we needed a joint checking account for the money to be deposited into, which we didn't have.

Wednesday we went to open a joint checking account. Gary suggested a credit union that I had had less-than-stellar service from in the 1980s, but I thought that  (a) maybe it had gotten better and (b)it would suffice for a place to dump the money into. We opened the account and I thought they kind of nickel-and-dimed us a bit, and were also pretty darn cheesy on their interest rates, but again - it's just a holding place for the money.. Then we went to the title company and signed. I was a bit concerned that the agent seemed scattered, but we got it all signed and we went to lunch (which we hadn't done in four months because we've been scrimping).

Friday morning we went to the house and picked up a box of cleaning supplies we had stored there along with a hose from the yard. We left the keys for both houses and pump houses plus a letter I had written to the new owner detailing how the water works and who does the internet/phone service in the area and how to get mail service and things like that, along with a sort of sappy heartfelt letter about how much I loved the place and hoped she would too.

When we got home we had a series of emails from our real estate agent counting down the process - funded, then recorded. And it was done.

By that time the finality of it hit me and I was pretty damn depressed. I emailed her back, thanking her for all she had done. She said the money would be in our checking account in an hour.

Meanwhile, I realized that an address can only have one free form of mail delivery - you can have a PO box free but not two of them - so I finally went out to my old post office and closed my PO Box - which we had had since 1964 - so that the new owner could have free mail delivery. And when I drove past my old house THEY WERE ALREADY MOVING IN.

The ink's barely dry and THEY'RE IN MY HOUSE.

And I started to cry.

I also noticed they had a big honkin' pickup and a large travel trailer RIGHT OVER THE LEACH FIELD.

(For people who have never had a septic tank: it connects to a series of underground perforated pipes that distribute the contents over a large area. The pipes are not terribly deep underground AND YOU DO NOT DRIVE ON TOP OF THE LEACH FIELD.)

I went home and our real estate agent called and I started to cry on the phone to her.

She came by and dropped off a little gift - some very expensive locally-made olive oil and balsamic vinegars.

And that afternoon we kept checking and the money was not in our account. Gary called the credit union and the woman he spoke to was not the nicest person in the world. I finally called the title agent and she checked and their accounting department had screwed up and not sent it and it wouldn't be in our account until Monday, we hope. (I would have rather had a check but they put a hold on that for ten days, so we went with a wire....). I have to check first thing tomorrow and if it ISN'T in there - and I have no reason to think it will be, given their performance so far - I need to get on the phone and rip someone a new one.

And that night we went to our friends' house to do watering. I went inside the house to water the house plants and the damn alarm went off without warning.

The next morning at 3:40 AM the phone rang. My first thought was, "Who died?" Gary's first thought was "The alarm went off." No, it was our friends calling from Rome to say congratulations on selling the house. I don't think she had any idea what time it was here, but it was good to talk to them. They were having a wonderful time.

Then at 6:40 AM the phone rang AGAIN and that time it was the burglar alarm company AGAIN to tell us the alarm went off AGAIN and they were dispatching the police. We never heard back on that one either. I bet when I go inside to water the plants that I set it off again.

Last night we did have some fun - we went to a tap house that we'd heard good things about and had some beer, and I went to the Hawaiian barbecue place two doors down that I had also heard good things about, and OMG PONIES was it all good. It was so nice to have a little bit of relief after this week.

The house is sold. It's what I wanted. But it's also the end of my life there. I can never go back.

Poem of the week

Thursday, 20 July 2017 08:09
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 Sometimes a poem is just so bad that it is absolutely wonderful.

This is other half's favourite McGonagall poem :o)



The Funeral of the German Emperor

YE sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.
Who oft great armies to battle hath led;
He was a man beloved by his subjects all,
Because he never tried them to enthral.

The people of Germany have cause now to mourn,
The loss of their hero, who to them will ne’er return;
But his soul I hope to Heaven has fled away,
To the realms of endless bliss for ever and aye.

He was much respected throughout Europe by the high and the low,
And all over Germany people’s hearts are full of woe;
For in the battlefield he was a hero bold,
Nevertheless, a lover of peace, to his credit be it told.

’Twas in the year of 1888, and on March the 16th day,
That the peaceful William’s remains were conveyed away
To the royal mausoleum of Charlottenburg, their last resting-place,
The God-fearing man that never did his country disgrace.

The funeral service was conducted in the cathedral by the court chaplain, Dr. Kogel,
Which touched the hearts of his hearers, as from his lips it fell,
And in conclusion he recited the Lord’s Prayer
In the presence of kings, princes, dukes, and counts assembled there.

And at the end of the service the infantry outside fired volley after volley,
While the people inside the cathedral felt melancholy,
As the sound of the musketry smote upon the ear,
In honour of the illustrous William. whom they loved most dear.

Then there was a solemn pause as the kings and princes took their places,
Whilst the hot tears are trickling down their faces,
And the mourners from shedding tears couldn’t refrain;
And in respect of the good man, above the gateway glared a bituminous flame.

Then the coffin was placed on the funeral car,
By the kings and princes that came from afar;
And the Crown Prince William heads the procession alone,
While behind him are the four heirs-apparent to the throne.

Then followed the three Kings of Saxony, and the King of the Belgians also,
Together with the Prince of Wales, with their hearts full of woe,
Besides the Prince of Naples and Prince Rudolph of Austria were there,
Also the Czarevitch, and other princes in their order I do declare.

And as the procession passes the palace the blinds are drawn completely,
And every house is half hidden with the sable drapery;
And along the line of march expansive arches were erected,
While the spectators standing by seemed very dejected.

And through the Central Avenue, to make the decorations complete,
There were pedestals erected, rising fourteen to fifteen feet,
And at the foot and top of each pedestal were hung decorations of green bay,
Also beautiful wreaths and evergreen festoons all in grand array.

And there were torches fastened on pieces of wood stuck in the ground;
And as the people gazed on the weird-like scene, their silence was profound;
And the shopkeepers closed their shops, and hotel-keepers closed in the doorways,
And with torchlight and gaslight, Berlin for once was all ablaze.

The authorities of Berlin in honour of the Emperor considered it no sin,
To decorate with crape the beautiful city of Berlin;
Therefore Berlin I declare was a city of crape,
Because few buildings crape decoration did escape.

First in the procession was the Emperor’s bodyguard,
And his great love for them nothing could it retard;
Then followed a squadron of the hussars with their band,
Playing “Jesus, Thou my Comfort,” most solemn and grand.

And to see the procession passing the sightseers tried their best,
Especially when the cavalry hove in sight, riding four abreast;
Men and officers with their swords drawn, a magnificent sight to see
In the dim sun’s rays, their burnished swords glinting dimly.

Then followed the footguards with slow and solemn tread,
Playing the “Dead March in Saul,” most appropriate for the dead;
And behind them followed the artillery, with four guns abreast,
Also the ministers and court officials dressed in their best.

The whole distance to the grave was covered over with laurel and bay,
So that the body should be borne along smoothly all the way;
And the thousands of banners in the procession were beautiful to view,
Because they were composed of cream-coloured silk and light blue.

There were thousands of thousands of men and women gathered there,
And standing ankle deep in snow, and seemingly didn’t care
So as they got a glimpse of the funeral car,
Especially the poor souls that came from afar.

And when the funeral car appeared there was a general hush,
And the spectators in their anxiety to see began to crush;
And when they saw the funeral car by the Emperor’s charger led,
Every hat and cap was lifted reverently from off each head.

And as the procession moved on to the royal mausoleum,
The spectators remained bareheaded and seemingly quite dumb;
And as the coffin was borne into its last resting-place,
Sorrow seemed depicted in each one’s face.

And after the burial service the mourners took a last farewell
Of the noble-hearted William they loved so well;
Then rich and poor dispersed quietly that were assembled there,
While two batteries of field-guns fired a salute which did rend the air
In honour of the immortal hero they loved so dear,
The founder of the Fatherland Germany, that he did revere.












I did an art

Tuesday, 18 July 2017 09:50
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And here is the full picture that I painted for [personal profile] selenite0's Torchship Captain cover I posted yesterday:


Torchship Captain by sfolse on DeviantArt

Why paint so much that's just going to be covered by the title and top image of a face? (a) portfolio work and (b) to potentially sell as prints. :)

(also: the window started from a 3D program and the wall started from a copyright-free set of textures, and then I painted over them and photomontaged stuff into them. I can't draw lines that straight.)

I made a picture

Monday, 17 July 2017 15:47
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And I made a book cover from it.


Torchship Captain Book Cover by sfolse on DeviantArt

Torchship Captain, the cover of the third book in Karl K. Gallagher's (aka [personal profile] selenite0) science fiction trilogy. I'll get the version of the cover without the title and the face on top posted before too long. I kinda forgot to send it to myself and I'm at work right now

If anybody happens to wander by and sees this, and is in the market for a book cover painting or a cover made from stock photos I can do that!

PHOTOBUCKET USERS, READ THIS

Monday, 17 July 2017 07:03
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There are new and draconian changes to Photobucket for both free and paid users.

Read this.

Or, here is the condensed version: your links in DW and LJ and elsewhere will no longer work. All your photos you posted from PB over the years? Links disabled. UNLESS you pay them $400.
Fuck them. I'll pack up my photos and go elsewhere.

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Saturday, 15 July 2017 11:46
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