Random Thoughts

I’m sort of over the shock of having people you think will watch your back just sort of say “Hey, i don’t really understand this, and think I should just stay pretending I’m a bump on a log.”.

Fuck them.  There are things in life where you need someone to cover something you are doing.
My belief, in times gone by, was that there were people who would actually “cover my back”.  Meaning, they’d have the resources and the intellect to be able to determine that something I had an interest in would also provide some return for them.  Sadly, people are often restricted with what they can do by the things they know, or think they know.

I lost a friend with this bit of turmoil.  Not because of any decision to invest, or not invest, but strictly based on whether a person has the capability to express their concerns/desires to someone else.

I fully understand that everyone has different objectives, when a person changes/modifies objectives, they should be straightforward with their changes.

Enough said, I’ve got no-one to watch my back.  I’ve run that way for many years, I suppose it’s natural that things drift back in that direction.

Funny, but I got thrown under the bus today.  I’d thought that I was really past all the depending on other people to do what they said they’d do, but I put some faith in family members.

Bottom line, people want to do other things, and fuck what they said was important.  Personally, I put quite a bit of thought into commitments I make, it really pisses me off when people whimsically change their minds.

My real problem with the whimsy is that I’ve been dealing with the given project for two freaking years.  So now what, people think it’s time to take a different tack?

Fuck them.
I’m about as pissed off as  I ever get, and they blithely wander through their existence.  I can understand changing objectives and adapting to market conditions, but you just don’t decide you’re out and throw everyone else under the bus.  It’s O.K. if it’s a “let’s see if there’s a market” kind of thing, but two years and 5 figure investment?

Yeah, I’m pissed, let’s see what the little bitches come up with tomorrow.

O.K.  I called a Realtor buddy and said I’d like to see a property tomorrow if it is possible.  Not just any property, but a freakin’ Bed and Breakfast.  Why?  Well, my wife and I have been talking about this for a while, so it’s not a totally impulsive thing, but we’d like to build something.  Obviously, it’s a business and needs to be run like a business, this isn’t the Yuppie dream of buying a Victorian out in the country and making it a place where you throw out some bagels in the morning and eat bon-bons the rest of the day.

The property?  From what I can tell, absentee owner with on-site manager, owner used to do books but left due to health issues.  Property has multiple possibilities for income, but the only one being utilized is the B&B.  Drive-by traffic under-utilized, exposure and advertising certainly not the best.

So, does it make sense?  I don’t know.  We’ll have to see it, I’ve been told there is some deferred maintenence, and if the general layout sucks, then that really can’t be fixed.  The only reason we’re looking at it is because if the numbers are at all close, the property can come reasonably close to supporting itself.  Buy, rehab, and hold for some years.

It’s been a while since I’ve looked at retail properties, it’s interesting to revisit that aspect of the market.

Last night I was talking with my youngest son, the conversation turned to the pigs in the backyard.  He told me that two nights ago one of the big pigs was on the lawn eating one of the fruit that had rolled down.  So, the dumbshit kid grabs his Amazon.com blowgun and goes out to peg the pig.

His blowgun is maybe 30 inches long, the darts are piano wire with a plastic piece on the back that act as fletching.

This big pig is about the length of a German Sheperd, but obviously rounder, and with much shorter legs.  Feral pigs are very fast and mean with big tusks that can inflict serious damage if they get close and are pissed off.  Now, maybe the kid thought pigs weren’t that big of a deal, he’d seen one last summer when some hunters camping next to us brought a pig back for cleaning and smoking.  The hunters use dogs, and guns, which makes quite a bit more sense than a blowgun.

Anyway, my kid turned on the inside kitchen light, opened the back door, slid to the side of the doorway and took his shot.  Missed the pig, but the noise was enough to make the pig leave the yard.  Child wasn’t damaged, although hearing the story did make me wonder whether there is some brain damage.
I promise, no more pig stories.