Happy Monday!!! Slept decently. Cats are quiet, which may be good or not depending. We have sun all day, it says. The josh is burning, but that's every morning. Like coffee . . . .
One day as I was meditating, I saw a rusty gutter, and I suddenly felt sad and sorry that it was going bad and rusty. I experienced that life was impermanent. I learned Dharma from that gutter.
I was trying to catch up, but got bored two pages ago.
Speaking of paint... I just bought a spray gun to hook to my compressor. I'm about to start a reno on my vintage 1975-era basement. Paneling to be painted.
That rusty gutter meditation reminded me of the very rusty bucket that came to my house on Saturday. It's a reminder of the temporary nature of Life, of man, and of things manmade. I didn't know it was Dharma that I was learning.
Besides, I thought that Dharma's name is Buck.
Wat is a big fan of spray painting. If one has much area to do, spray that shit.
“Having many cats is good. If you feel bad, you look at the cats and you feel better, because they know that everything is just the way it is. You don't have to be nervous about anything. And they know it. They are saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you will live. If you have a hundred cats, you will live ten times longer than if you have ten.One day, this will be known and people will have thousands of cats."
When I moved into my house, the painters had sprayed the exterior, however, they had neglected to paint the 50% siding edges. Ever try to get someone to come back to work whom the builder didn't pay? (Yeah, he turned out to be a real piece of work) I just hired another guy with a brush and a ladder.
Actually, I was that guy who didn't go back once. I was just in bidness and took my first 5-digit job. The guy fucked us. I wanted to shoot him and burn the woman's house down, but ended up doing neither.
I see that hijo de puta from time to time.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Stone cold . . . .
Yeah, I understand the guy not coming back. The painters are one of the last trades on the job and the last to be paid. I know the builder screwed him and that's why I didn't mess with lawyers, etc. and just paid another guy to do the work. It needed to be done. Others who had issues with the builder got lawyers involved, got judgements, and whatever. But they got shit on when he went bankrupt and got nothing. I got out without buying a new Benz for a lawyer.
That whole fucking thing had all manner of people involved, including at least 2 lawyers. It seems that I had signed a lien waiver for some portion of money in order to receive it, and I think I got half. When I had given up on being paid, I filed a mechanic's lien. And we all got to court for something I didn't initiate, and I figured out that I'd get paid about three days after Hell froze over.
I got jumped by the homeowner's lawyer on the way out, waving paper in my face. "Is this your signature." "Yeah, so what?" "This is a lien waiver, so we need to go to the clerk's office right now and get this removed." I had no idea what to say, but I opened my mouth and the following fell out. "That waiver isn't worth the paper it's printed on. I needed to get paid, badly, and it was folded and presented to me as, 'here, sign this,' so I did. I think that's called under duress." The cunt turned on his heel and walked off.
Wat's story may have had an embellishment, but, when you're dealing with cunts . . . .-
Happy Tuesday!!! Slept okay. Woke up before the alarm, except I didn't set the alarm. Is that the same thing? For purposes of this, then yes. Coffee is up, dishes are dished, cats are quiet. It may be time for racing in a little while, but not yet.
More cabinets and hardware at work. I need to check on appliances. Just another day doing stuff . . . .
My imperfections and failures are as much a blessing from God
as my successes and my talents and I lay them both at his feet.
Nothing wrong with black cats, my pets tend to find me though, so they adopt me.
I was up before my alarm too, but things need doing so I got up, made the coffee and started doing the things.
For the past few months I've been consolidating and simplifying my life. All in preparation for when I shuffle off this mortal coil. I'll be 60 in a month and need to think of these things. "Estate Planning" as the legal community terms it.
It's been an ordeal, I'll tell you that. My life is owned and operated by a series of LLCs and filing all the papers with the governmental agencies to dissolve and transfer assets has me all a-who.
That... and I leave for a 3-week trip to It-Lay in two weeks and that planning is taking my time and adding stress. And my parent's generation are dying off about one every two weeks - an endless parade of funerals and casseroles - more stress.
The estate planning thing is a big deal. Did it during Covid lockdown.
I know of two men who have passed and made their daughters the Executor of their estates. Both were traditional old-school guys who really wanted their sons to do this (as the sons were the oldest) but the sons were not people that you could count on to get something done. The daughters kicked ass on the job.
My estate planning is easy too, most of it goes to the minions I work with because they helped me build it and the little one, my eldest already took a share for his life and won't get much and my second born will get the trust fund I have set up for him which he plans to use to ensure a nice retirement if he should live that long. There is a possibility none of them will live that long since their mom will knock them off for being just like her.