On Luck & Curses
Wednesday, August 7th, 2024 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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67F and clear tonight.
It was a sunny day, but not so hot.
No real change at the house today... dumpster out front with a white van there on the way to work.
Just the dumpster on the way home.
No visible change to the outside.
My bulkhead light on the outside of the porch, over the door is always on at night, but they leave the inside of the porch dark.
So... like, I dunno if they're gonna remove the five sconce lamps I installed on the porch, but that circuit is still live to the bulkhead at least.
Everybody's talking this week about how the FED is gonna be lowering interest rates soon, to stave off a recession, so that could benefit me in trying to buy the house back in October... maybe?
What I really need is for housing prices to be in the middle of a drop, by October 1st.
Like, back in 2008... but ideally it would be that the values are dropping, but people aren't buying yet, because they're expecting them to drop lower, and waiting for the market to hit bottom.
And also waiting for the election to be over.
In a climate like that, I could go to Torres LLC, and be like, Hey! I know you're not all the way done with this place yet, but I'd like to buy it, as is, right now for say... 150?
And then they'd jump at the chance to get it off their hands before they were losing their shirts on it!
And the bank would be bending over backward to get me the mortgage, because I'm basically the only person in the country trying to buy something right now.
And then I'd just finish the drywall myself!
I mean, I have made super lucky deals like that in the past!
Back in early 2022, I wanted to trade-in my Yaris, because the damn thing had been stolen twice!
But because of global shipping issues that spring, cars like my Yaris were suddenly in huge demand and it was actually worth more than when I'd bought it, two years earlier!
That, coupled with the fact that I was going for an 11 year old RAV4 with 90K miles on it, meant that I walked away with an insanely lower monthly payment, and my insurance also went down!
My car payment dropped from $230.00 per month, to $180!
And like I was saying the other night, I went from $14.00 per hour, to $22.05 in under two years!
I knew exactly what job to target, back in August of 2022... part time janitor... pay not important... and was hired over the phone by the first place to call me.
And that job was supposed to start at $13.00 per hour, but big boss started me at $14.00 and told me to keep quiet about it.
I also got hired for Potawatomi at the end of the interview!
And it's all due to a mix of instinct, experience, personality, performance, and... luck!
Hell! I mean, I got into this studio mostly on instinct, and luck!
I've gotten pretty good at this stuff over the past 15 years or so.
Which is why I know the insanely BAD luck surrounding the house, was all thanks to Dad & Mom!
And when I say, bad luck, I'm not talking about the legal & financial limbo that they left the house in... I'm talking about trees falling down, notaries screwing up, computer glitches...
Remember Dad's zombie home insurance still billing his zombie bank account after AllState had supposedly cancelled it?
And his zombie ComEd account reverting back to auto-pay with his zombie bank account, after I'd changed that auto-pay a year before?... and then their whole system being down for a month?
Shit like that!
They were hanging on!... and fucking shit up from beyond the grave!
Selling the place to a flipper really was... the only move!
And even THAT was a ridiculous roller coaster of bad luck twists and turns, that almost fell through!
Now that their names are off the deed, and all of their shit is out of there... the next step is to gut the place, and get rid of the plaster that's so saturated with their weird, clingy vibes!
Meanwhile the stuff of theirs that was worth keeping... will be chilling in a storage unit way out beyond the bean fields... hopefully losing any cursed charge that remains.
So, what's the reason for this cloud of negativity surrounding the house... that I'm describing as a curse, and which has caused such back luck?
It's all to do with their dark devotion to the Roman Catholic church, and hard-line conservatism... and how the six of us kids continuously forced them to bend on those convictions, throughout their lives.
They did love us, and they were good parents.
We all did get along to both their dying days, but... you know, all my siblings did put a lot of distance between themselves and the P's over the years... moving to far flung states... to avoid the kind of conflict that might erupt if Dad & Mom were too involved with them, on a daily basis.
Colleen & Tim even chose to stick around in Aurora through much of the 1990s... wanting their kids to know their grandparents.
But there was always a little tension there... when it came to religion & politics.
And I'm sure MOST people my age have similar stories to tell, about stuff like THAT!
But Dad & Mom's house... was their sacred sanctum!
Crucifixes in every room!.. Photos of Sarah Palin, and later, Donald Trump, Proudly displayed in different rooms!
It was their Catholic, conservative house!.. and after Mom died, Dad really fought any changes at all to the place.
I could make changes to the basement and the porch, but the entire downstairs was off limits!
Everything had to stay just as it was when Mom was alive.
And that went for the back yard as well!
The haunted jungle gym, that Dad could see thorugh the back room window, from his chair at the kitchen table where he drank his coffee... could not be touched!
Same for all the other eyesores out there.
After he died, the first thing we did was throw out the Trump photos!
And that was followed by a TON of sacrilige by Tim & I, like getting rid of Mom's china cabinet and organ... taking down the giant American flag flying outside... ripping up the gross livingroom carpet... re-painting and re-decorating the kitchen... etc.
And I continued that sacrilige all thorugh 2023... trying to liberate the house from it's christo-facist shackles, and restore it to the vibe that the Donavans, the original architects of the place, had intended.
And I got push back!
Major push back!
I don't think the house itself objected to the changes... because it long predated them.
And I'm not saying the spirits of Dad & Mom were behind the push back either... because they're probably in a better place now and don't care about any of that stuff anymore.
I'm saying they cursed it all, while they were living... and that that curse-energy remained... like the charge in a battery!
65 years worth of intense psycho-emotional energy, from a very devout couple, who were very much on the same page... charging every object, in every drawer, of every piece of furniture, and every knick knack on every shelf... every picture on the walls... and the walls themselves!.. and the things outside!... from the nazi mailbox, to the mulberry tree and the delapidated shed!
Everything was just... radioactive!
And I underestimated it!
I underestimated how malevolent their curses really were!
But I am their son!.. and I have the same kind of power!... so I fought!... very defiantly!
And I am still fighting defiantly!
What began with, giving away an organ, and taking down a flag... has escalated to the point where right now I'm like, Fuck you, motherfuckers!.. Your bank is defeated, your furniture is gone, and they're about to tear the walls down... and the floors up... to exorcise that place!
And I'm gonna wait right here until they're done, and I'm gonna buy it back, move back in, and pick right up where I left off!.. mowing that lawn next spring with my DeWalt 40V electric mower!
Back to the starting premise of this entry...
If economic forces were to play in my favor to that point where Torres LLC is ready to just unload the place unfinished, back to me, to avoid losing more money than they had to...
Then, as long as they'd updated the electrical... and like... the windows and roof?... I'd be able to take it from there!
Well... I mean... I'd need working sinks and toilets too, and for the old furnace to still be there, if it wasn't replaced.
But other than that... hey!... I have my mini-frige and my air fryer!
I can go to a laundromat!
Yes, I know how silly this all must sound... and that you're thinking I'm probably just stuck in a, "bargaining," phase of the five stages of grief, tonight.
And I don't know how it will all really play out, anymore than I knew how things were gonna play out thus far... back in January, when the foreclosure suit was filed.
But despite all the madness, certain bench marks have been hit, here in August.
I did get the promotion, and a raise.
I did save myself and Yvette from homelessness, and save the most important shit from the house.
I did get BMO out of the picture.
The house IS sound.
Kamala Harris & Tim Walz WILL win in November.
The economic climate IS shifting in my favor, for a mortgage.
And...
I DO have John Henry's legendary saurkraut crock with me... hefty and holy grail of Donavan Manor... that sat hidden in the crawl space for 90 years, waiting for the one who was worthy, to claim it... and thereby claim the house!
It's having fun... being 11 stories in the air, and up near the ceiling in this flat, to boot!
Big change from the crawl space!
But it means to return home!
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