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House Selling 101

When a university offered my lovely bride a teaching job in another state back in February, we should have put our house on the market. But that would have made too much sense.

Plumbing Repair 101

When I learned, a few months later, that the same university would be offering me a teaching position at the same college, we should have planted a for-sale sign in our front yard. But that would have been too practical.

As it is, we are now in day 321 of looking for a new house in Searcy, trying to sell our house in Mississippi, and caring for Coco, our sick Chihuahua with heartworms.

Coco starts his heartworm treatment tomorrow. He will be quarantined to his cage for a few months.

I’ve thought about the wisdom of putting our house for sale in a timely manner. There are, however, a few joys I would have missed out on if we had sold it too quickly:

First, I would have missed out on discovering the dried lizard after prying the panel off the front of the whirlpool bathtub because the faucet was broken and wouldn’t turn off. – A lizard frozen in time! (my sister would be sad because she has an affection for lizards)

Secondly, I would have missed the burn mark that the original plumber left on a 2×4 under the same bathtub where he came close to burning down the house. I suspect that he is the lizard killer, but I can’t prove it.

Coco is just glad to be anywhere.

 

 

Best Day Ever!

The Friday before Tax Day was not good. I spent a large part of the day plugging numbers into Turbo Tax Online. By 6:00 p.m., I had managed to overcome my inclination to disregard the whole thing and escape to Jamaica.

Lumber Lost
Lumber Lost
I’ve never been to Jamaica. It would be a blast – for a little while.
I could have used the money that I was going to pour down the bottomless pit (i.e., government) very nicely on my trip to the Caribbean Ocean.
But I thought about my poor family, having to receive post cards from me from afar. And of course, the bottomless pit would not have cared about my little family and would have attached a lien on my home – creating marital disharmony.
So, I filed: federal and two states. I had fought with TurboTax for most of the day as it insisted that I pay a large sum of money to the Feds and lesser amounts to Arkansas and Mississippi.
I insisted that this was not in my family’s best interest and that our children needed that money for things like food, clothing, and continued high-speed Internet service.
TurboTax disagreed and pointed to our taxable income amounts.
“That’s just a suggestion” I insisted. We didn’t really make that amount. At the conclusion of the whole affair, TurboTax won and my family lost – a lot!
As I pondered the coasts of Jamaica and the inequity of our progressive tax system, I drove home. As I approached Highway 98 (which at that point is basically an interstate highway), I saw someone who had a worst day than I.
At least the load his truck was carrying wasn’t something explosive nor did the wood land atop an unsuspecting Toyota Prius.