Compounded interests

A truly neutral term.  Neither good nor bad, except by experiences.    In a bank account or investing, compounding interests are a great thing.  

In a credit scenario, it goes both ways.  the creditor loves it, the debtor hates it.

And it’s not just a financial thing, but a social one.

Bumped into Bad Cuz and GF on the way home from getting MamaKat her dedkow for the evening.   (yes, it has to be fresh, daily and it drives me batshit, but I digress.)

Yes, I am still maintaining some civility to them.  (and interestingly enough, found out that Unk is NOT,,, LOL!   GF asked me why Unk won’t answer her calls anymore. I told her, I had no clue and wasn’t going to get in the middle of anything, maybe she needed to talk to Aunt T about it and see if his phone was even on anymore )  So i stopped (didn’t exit Bloo) and we talked a few minutes through the window.   I asked him about the property addy thing, because he seemed to have a problem with getting a POB for his place (he uses Unks in the meantime, IE Mine now,,,)  Well, I’ve already mentioned that they ‘bought’ the property from Good Cuz, but haven’t finallized the transaction (supposedly they were making payments, but those ceased a couple years back, with over half in arears.) and that is causing ‘all sorts of issues’ (his words), like not being able to get a power drop from KU, and supposedly needing two utility bills to be able to change his DL over (BULLSHIT!!!   I claimed an addy with ZERO bills and had no questions asked.  Its something else, like his bench warrants and other legal problems,,, Full disclosure not forthcoming, but I can figure the missing figures from reality.)

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AH, but then GF mentioned something bigger.  ‘He’s still married’,,,

Deadbeat.   I know he has several kids and will garandamnedtee you, he hasn’t made ONE child support payment in years, refuses the divorce proceedings so he has ‘an out’ if the CSEA comes calling, and the reason he doesn’t want the property in his name is so his ‘wife’ can’t lay claim to it.    One bad choice has compounded over years into SHEER HELL in trying to exist for him,

And I have ZERO sympathy for him.

you make your bed, you lay in it.  If that bed is made of shit, well, your problem, not mine.   I could easily have done same as him over the years, but I paid my dues and paid my debts (and pay my debts) and I have so much more to show for it than sitting in some beat down fifth wheel camper, sleeping with the dogs, in the middle of the woods, hoping the po-po doesn’t find me to fill that warrant.  (for the record, they don’t care: they know he will fuck up again, and then they will fill the warrant.   They’ll just wait and bide time for that day.)(same applies to his GF: parole violations out the wazzoo, but they’ll nab her when she gets caught at the dollar store stealing again.  Just a matter of time.)

These re my ‘neighbors’, and only partially ‘family’.   He’s actually a half cousin from a previous marriage by his daddy.   If we went by matriarchal lines, he wouldn’t be family at all.   And he has been bad-blood from day one for all the rest of the family can tell me.   Surviving on Christian charity his whole life, until the taps run dry.   The taps on this hill are nearly dry, and I wait for Good Cuz to get sick of their shit.   That may be awhile as he stopped coming up here, maintaining a blissful ignorance of the conditions on his property.   Typcical hillbilly response “can’t fix the roof when its raining, doesn’t leak when its not.”

sigh

Well, I can’t fix their stoopid, won’t waste another breath to them about it.   No free rides from Ol Dio either.   You want something? You work for it, pay for it, earn it by damn!   I may give you a break, but it won’t be a freebie unless I see you busting your hump (Burnout as example.  I’ll give advice all day long, and there has been improvement, but even he is not given anything physical without some compensation forthcoming.  The boy had chances to prove himself and still owes me gas money for getting him to work when he had no vehicle.   That tap was cut off long ago.)

” But Dio!?!, You’re getting a property for FREE!  Aren’t you being a little hypocritical?”

NO, not in the least.  I am NOT getting this property for free, I am paying all the fees for filing, lawyers, etc, I’m doing the leg work for it, and I wasn’t after the whole enchilada, though that is how it’s working out.  I only wanted the agreed upon plot, and that was paid for years back.    Heck, if I hadn’t pushed the issue, I would have been fighting for it in the courts upon Unks death.   I’m earning this before that ugliness could happen.   Fact is, we worked out the deal eleven years ago, and its only now coming to fruition, not because its DUE, but because I got sick of the ‘we’ll get around to it, don’t worry’ crap.  

I guess thats another way I stick out like a purple flower in a yellow field around these parts: My “Git-r-dun” ways.   And why I tend to run solo so much; found it hard to find ‘reliable’ around here.  

Quick note on that ‘Reliable’ thing:   Da mowed his own grass this week because he got tired of waiting for Burnout to show up (and Burnout was getting paid to mow,,,,)   I mentioned it to Burnout at work and the reaction I got was “why didn’t you tell him to wait?”   my response “he had been,, where were you?”  (and why don’t I mow it for Da?   Because I was trying to give Burnout an option for some extra cash that Da was willing to spend.  He needs it more than I.  But apparently not so much as I thought.   No free rides, you earn your keep, and your reputation precedes you.  )

I’m that purple flower in a big field of yellow daisies, and it gets frustrating.   I talk often about how I would love to leave this area, but everytime I turn around, I find another anchor attached to me.   Getting this property is another such.  Yes, i could get all the paperwork settled and then turn around and sell it, but with things sitting the way they are economically in the world, I think I would be better served making my homestead a little more resiliant and sustaining.   But that purple flower thing keeps me on edge with that idea.

And intesests’ compound daily.

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