Thursday, August 31, 2023

 Thursday morning

Because staying up half the night snotting and coughing are my idea of fun. Not.

I've got a permanent coming in today.  Well, one can hope they are going follow through with their word and actually come through.  If they don't show up, the pressure to get lot 7 fixed is gone, at least for now.  I'd prefer they show up and keep the pressure on.  I have no idea where that pedestal is, they haven't updated their site nor have they sent the email they said they were with shipping information.  

I says and has said: "Not yet shipped".  Rather frustrating. If the thing shows up by tomorrow, I will have that pedestal installed in time for the other long term coming in. This isn't really something I'm going to tell them about unless it comes to the point that I have no choice.  I spoke with the larger park(s) yesterday, they have available spaces if I can't make this happen.  I've got a back up plan for that person if it absolutely has to go that route.  

I got some sleep, but certainly not enough.  At 4:30 am I just said screw it and was awake.  

In my rather exhausted state of existence, I went ahead and pulled the 14 pound brisket out of the refrigerator, cut it in half, spent 20 minutes trimming the fat off of it - that's a lot of work! - made a homemade rub, got it all covered up with the rub and rubbed in, foil-wrapped, in the oven at 275 degees and check it about 4 hours from now and see where it's at.  At around 175 internal temp, pull the brisket out, open up the foil and put it back in until internal temp is between 195 to 205 degrees, however long it takes to be able to stick a toothpick into with the same resistance you would have with a cake.

Oven cooking brisket is, in reality, brisket sacrilege, but I have no energy to be standing out side with the smoker all day long, checking the temp, putting in wood and chips and keeping it at a correct temp.  The problem with oven cooking it is you don't get that nice bark on it and you don't have the smoked flavor. Still, it should turn out tasty, just not smoked-flavor tasty.  

If/when I get back to working, I want to get a pellet smoker.  Much easier and same, smoked flavor with far less PITA.  You just fill a hopper full of the pellets, set the thing at whatever temp you want and walaah.  It's smoking without constantly tending to it. 

Now, for today. A lady is allegedly moving in today.  She said she had someone to haul it to my park and that she would be following behind in her car and expect an arrival sometime this afternoon. I've got her covered for a lot and I've also got the 2 overnighters covered.  I do not have the other guy coming in for long term covered until I get that pedestal replaced. Crossing fingers and hoping to the good God in Heaven, our Creator - Praise his Holy Name! - that it arrives no later than tomorrow and I don't run into any problems installing it.

I have enough motivation to get over there when she arrives and ensure that she is moving into one of the lots I want her RV to be moved into.  After that?  Nothing.  Nothing before that either.  It's just one of those days - weeks - I write off to being sick and getting whatever I must get done, done and the rest of it? Can wait.  Things like renting a trencher and installing another 125 amp panel. Priced that out yesterday, it's $70 for the panel and the circuit breakers I'll need. Add I think it was $280 for the machine I've got $350 plus tax into that project.  

I just wonder if there is ever going to be an end to this? I think I have everything covered and then bam!!! something that would be considered - abnormal - pops up. You don't expect people to run over your pedestals.  You think you might get away with the electrical panel the way it is set up - but you know there is the possibility you might have to go a step further with it.  

Then there's grass.  Foregone conclusion that it's just going to be more rye/winter grass coming in the fall. I'm not spending money I don't have on summer grass, summer is going to be over soon enough and just wasting money.  I'll spend around $300 on grass seed for winter grass and when it all comes in, I'll be good until March or April, which is when I will pull the trigger and get the Bermuda.

That is the time to do it, not June.  After the last predicted frost.  You wait long enough to ensure your grass won't be killed off by frost but you don't wait so long as to have high temperatures that get so high, you aren't going to be able to keep the seed or even the sod alive.  And, you hope you can get it done during a week or more of predicted rainfall.  

I don't know why, but I had just short of a panic attack last night about going back to work.  I'm not so opposed to the idea that it's akin to going to a funeral, I just guess I've been off of working for a large trucking company/corporation for so long, I've gotten used to the idea of not being pushed around and manipulated all the time.  I was informed they expect 5 days a week, but if you want to work more, you can.  

No thank you.  5 days is enough for me. I need more info  about a typical work day, but it sounded like it's 8 to 10 hours.  That's in line with a local job just working 8 hour shifts.  I don't want to work more than that and more importantly, I don't need to work more than that. If I can get away with just having the net income from the park sit in the checking account and grow over time, I will. Come up with a down payment for a loan - a 20% down payment - and that should make a lender happier than, apparently, having a piece of property that is currently worth in the neighborhood of 250k plus a park that ups that ante to a total of at least 400k - and only wanting about 150k loan.  

But, let's not count our chickens before the eggs are hatched. I have no idea, in reality, how much I will see as a paycheck after taxes and health insurance. The point is to cover monthly bills and pay down debt. 

I am still having these dam*** sinus headaches.  Not fun.

Anyway, enough of this, just going to go back to bed and lay down again for a while. 


 Friday late-morning Typical morning when there is no work.  It was, I should say, until the new guy called.  "There's nothing wron...