Once you’ve made a real decide, things move quickly.
And guess who’s become the great catalyst? Beatrice. After years of trying to get her to take her CTA retirement designed for Bay Area California, move abroad, live for pennies by comparison, and mock American slaves paying for it via W2 safety-net deductions, I think she finally gets it.
I’m still going to have to work on her doing the mocking with righteous hubris, take no prisoners, in-your-fucking-face-and-fuck-your-landofthefree. I’ll work on it. The dog walk on the beach with year-round just-right ocean temperatures and 80ish degree arid climate should help. I’ll get her to laf at all you wage slaves, news junkies…voters who think The President is important—rather than a pathetic, impotent fuck of a steaming pile of shit married to a stupid bitch—if it’s the last thing I do.
I just spoke with Judith. Elderly woman and artist by trade who designed and had this place built. She’s renting it out for a whopping $650 per month. Oh, it’s off grid, too. No electric bill. Photovoltaics, battery storage, inverter. The fridge is propane, so as to quell the average load.
So, looks like I’ll be off again soon, within a week or two. Judith insists I see everything and am happy before renting it.
Oh, BTW, it has two separate palapas-bungalows on the property. Since I’m in the vacation rental business, I might rent those out and live free, or minimally, at zero cost.
Or, you know, slave away in that cubicle, imagining that you have to make a shit-ton of money to live in the overpriced, overhyped, overpopped culture that has thoroughly lost its way and whorishly divorced itself from virtually all lasting meaning.
Ponder it, while sitting in line at the Starbucks drive through, while waiting to get your upper spiked upper concoction to drink.
Update: OK, I’ll admit it. Some of the snark in this post was inspired by me starting to watch both Silicon Valley and Veep yesterday, via my new HBONOW account. The two together almost make up for Ron Swanson and P&R.