Elaine and I had been kicking around the idea of moving. Back to the Pacific Northwest to be closer to the kids. Yet our home here in Texas has become more of an anchor than we thought it would ever be, thanks to the huge remodeling and “fun” we’ve put into the house.
Sure, it’d be nice to be near the kids and all, but buying 30-acres of heavily treed land in the Northwest would involve more bank robberies than we could fit on our schedule for the next 30 years.
Worse, vacation homes are a financial nightmare. Having a place in the Northwest for 3-4 months (which it’s hottest in Texas) is something only the financially overweight can contemplate. Washington state doesn’t have a state income tax, so they make up for it with property tax highwaymen.
Oh, and the property here is free & clear and we haven’t heard a peep from the seismic survey guys since the lawyerly fellow sent them a 6-page “Here’s how blasting caps might be set off my Mr. Ure’s ham radio if he doesn’t know you’re lurking about” letter.
Luckily, we found what looks like a dandy answer using www.airbnb.com. This a a marvelous online service that lets people who have a room, level of their home, or detached property (the mother in law apartment kind of thing) and rent it out.
In our case, we found a one-bedroom condo unit which comes with wifi, cable TV, all utilities, a kitchen, queen bed, has its own private entrance, BBQ and more and all for $1330 a month. There’s also a shared washer and dryer, it’s close to the kids (20 minute drive,k 7 minutes from friends) and it will give Panama (the brother in law) some peace and quiet around the ranch here.
He’s back to his ornery/spunky self… a good thing, indeed.
Second homes do have their place, I suppose. But they are also god-awful expensive. I’ve run the numbers and they just plain suck. Worse, there’s the crime and squatter angle.
Hotels are nice, but our favorite haunt on the Tacoma waterfront is $200/night which means given the same amount of money the choice comes down to seven nights within walking distance of the best fish and chips in the Northwest, or 30 nights and a 20-minute drive.
The hotel, admittedly has a workout room, but besides the weight machine, about all it has is a treadmill, and that’s why God created shopping malls. I figure Elaine will remain perfectly fit by going to South Center, Auburn, Tacoma, and Silverdale malls. I expect to see weekly circuit training between ‘em all.
Like anything else, you’ll need to p[ick up some of your own supplies. TP, Kleenex, and such. Maybe a small jug of Dawn for the dishes and some olive oil, butter, milk…you know that one.
The Air BNB site has a number of filters, depending on your budget. You can pick up a shared room (pass, but cheap), a private room (no thanks, but if you’re on a fixed income and still have some wanderlust and don’t mind a shared bathroom…) or you can get the “entire place.”
It seems to work even in resort areas. Branson, Missouri has a couple of listings for $100 a night. Hotels in season up there run more. Again, it helps to study the pictures closely and shop a good bit. Also, seasons matter but if you’re beyond kid-dragging, it’s worth exploring.
If you don’t have a lot of money to play with, and you want to fix some of your own meals, most of the units come with coffee makers, microwaves, basic stoves, utensils, and so forth.
No points or free air travel miles, but I sure like recycling money to regular folks instead of shareholders. So thought I’d mention it.
Between the discount cruise tips from Gaye over at www.backdoorsurvival.com, and this AirBnB thing, plus finally getting “this old house” near the finish line, there might just be a few years of grown-up fun left before the Big Sleep.
It’s almost too good to be true…so I expect someone will find a way to tax it away from us, yet.
Automatic Writing Project in the WoWW
We do lots of crazy stuff around here: Chase the market (which often turns and chases us), play with ham radio, airplanes, gardening (but not this year – – yet – another story for another day) and lots of other fun, adventurous stuff including the odd vivid dream to report.
Oh, and let’s not leave out looking for the Bigger Contexts of life – those megatrends that are coming along which will toss us all about like unemployed ships in the storm of life. 3D printing, business process re-engineering, and all that. Like yesterday’s report on “computational statecraft.”
Still, life doesn’t allow us enough time for all possible avenues of research that catch our eye.
The latest sparkler that’s calling to me is something called “automatic writing.”
Not too much is “hot” on the web around it right now, but automatic writing has a long and interesting history: A bit from Wikipedia to set the stage:
Automatic writing or psychography is an alleged psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without physically writing. The words are claimed to arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural source
Once you read that article (interesting stuff here) you run into another idea which has been largely debunked by psychology of the respectable (or at least peer-reviewed sort): Ideometry:
The ideomotor effect is a psychological phenomenon wherein a subject makes motions unconsciously; for example, the body produces tears in response to powerful emotions, without the person consciously deciding to cry.
The experiment is simple: Just sit down in front of a keyboard and start typing. But now something coming out of your mind (leastwise, directly): Just let characters flow and see what comes out of it.
Some would argue that it’s a gateway to evil spirits, while others claim that there’s only subconscious trash to be taken out this way. Yet, I can’t help but wonder if automatic writing has, chosen a very few to bless with knowledge of the future.
Another way to considered it is that ideas come out of your higher self and automatic writing simply reduces these to comprehensible content suitable for consumption by others. Charity, chastity and oblong boxes of content come through, report some.
For now, it’s just a concept, something of a refreshing break from computational madness that seems to be overtaken society. Let me know if you try it…and I’ll do likewise.
I know the saying about a thousand monkeys with typewriters ought to be able to turn out the works of Shakespeare over time. But we don’t care about that. Just a few good stock tips and lotto or Powerball numbers would be fine.
WoWW 2: Vortex in the Mower Shed?
Reader Warren (disappearing measuring tape and perpetual self-filling lawnmower) updates us on some lingering questions:
Yes, the mower lives just a few feet from the shelf where the tape measure lives. Not enough room for a cot, tho’. It’s a small shed, about 10′ x 10′ sitting on a concrete slab. I’ll start paying attention and see if I notice any ‘vortexes’ or electromagnetic effects and whatnot.
Aside: One way to identify ‘vortexes’ and ‘grid points’ on ley lines is to see if any nearby bushes trees or saplings have trunks or limbs that are twisted in a spiral. Some dowsers look for the same things in their work. Apparently, they use this visual guide to help find underground streams or water sources.
This is an older house. At least several years older than either of us.