I gave the quick and dirty update of the last several months earlier. Now for what's going on right now.
RC's doctor gave him the boot. He got upset because they failed to notify him that he'd need to see the doctor before he could refill his prescription for anti-depressants, and he ran out. He was a little over-the-top, but, DUH, these are mood-altering drugs, because he's got a mental problem without them. How much trouble would it have been to them to let him know to come in? When he put that sixteen penny nail through his thumb, how hard would it have been to say, "Oh, and while you're here, how are you doing? Let's take your BP, etc., so we can issue your next prescription."? But, nooooo. So now he's without a doctor until the 25th, and substituting St John's Wort in the meantime.
So far, so good, meaning he hasn't gone into that black hole that sometimes opens up and swallows him. Nope. He's on the other end of the mood spectrum, the one I flat out love. Shopping for building supplies on Craig's List, helping his kids with remodeling projects, driving to and from the coast to help Scott get the appliances out of the beach house they're losing, tonight taking me back with him to set up for the Moving Sale tomorrow.
This morning, RC was up early, but came back to bed later with his hot chocolate.
"Okay. This is what we're going to do," says he.
"We're going to buy that storage building over off Fremont and put it in the back here. I'm go ahead and plumb it and put in electricity, but Bruce can use it for storage as long as he needs to. Then, after he gets his stuff out, we'll rent it out, as a house. Then we're going to dig an exterior entry into the basement here, and turn this into a duplex."
"No," says I.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, and then we're going to move."
"Move WHERE?!"
"To that place over on Emerson."
"But you said you weren't interested in that. How could we buy that place?"
"How did we buy this one?"
"Leveraged our other property."
"Okay."
Well. Wow. So the Emerson property reminds me of this one--a big rambling ranch house, with several dilapidated cottages sharing the lot, and a big, big shop. Good living space for us, a lot of work for RC, and a lot of potential for income. But holy cow.
This is classic manic RC. All fun and energy all the time. Hope the crash comes later, rather than sooner. Better yet, hope the crash doesn't happen!
Oh, another thing. I'm house-hunting for Mama. We've got to get her out of that enormous house out in the middle of nowhere, and back to the Hood River Valley, where she can be near her siblings, and only forty-five minutes from here. I found a place today for less than $200,000 (in Hood River that's practically dirt cheap), with a lot of light, two bedrooms, and an unfinished upstairs that could be two more. Big enough for family to visit, not so large that she'll rattle around in it like a marble in a coffee can. And it's cute! The minute I saw the pictures of the inside, I thought, Ooh. This is a Mama house! RC says he'll call the realtor, and we'll all drive out to look at it next week. Sweet.
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