Bits & Pieces...

I've been looking for a place to land in the PNW and finding that they are just as expensive up there as down here. Maybe a travel trailer on a piece of ground will fit my limited budget. Til I find a place, I have been invited to camp out at MySean's. He has a five bedroom house, with only one of the kids still home.

Granddaughter Miss B, caught her first salmon out of Astoria this last weekend. 

One more family wedding this summer! I get to ride up with my BIL & SIL to that one, in Powell Butte. It should be great fun, as most all the family will be there. 

"Sam's" barn

Amy, MySean's wife, has been texting me that "Sam" has been asking about me, and wanted to know when I will be up there again. Sean calls me and says he has had a little talk with Amy about pushing this, and then said, "Mom! I never saw you even talking to "Sam" at the wedding!"  "Well that's because, I only said about two words to him."  LOL, at least my SILs have backed off for the moment...

The house/estate is keeping me busy:
Government: Dad had a death benefit coming from CalPERS. They have been very slow to respond to the repeated requests by the estate's attorney. Finally they called to tell me, they had decided to pay out to my brother and I as next of kin. They went on to say that unless each of us have a specific IRA to roll it into, we will each be charged a 20% TAX on our share. Neither of us have that specific IRA, so we are looking at estate attorney time, and a 40% TAX on $350. The state government needs fix'n.

The power to Dad's shop has gone out. I trouble shooted it as much as I could, but no luck, have an electrician coming next week to figure it out. 
Getting more things sorted, donated to the local Hope Chest. Have setup the online auction house to sell all the furniture, paintings, collections, china, wheel chair, walker, tools, compressor, etc.  I'm only taking the things that I moved up here with, the small hall tree and rolling tool chest that Dad gave me before he passed away.  My timeline is in a state of flux, if I sell all that stuff before I get moved, I will be camping out on the floor.  Oh well, I have good camping gear so it's not really a problem, just another part of the journey.

Bank notes...

While friends are off to one of the lakes in Lassen Volcanic National Park for a day of kayaking, 

I'm home weed eating the high bank on the street side of the house. It's a steep bank, which could use a terraced pathway to make it easier to work on. 

I've had four different realtors come and give me their thoughts on what needs to be done here, and what the place should be listed for. The one I'm using is a go getter, has the right contacts, likes the place, and thinks we can get $30,000 more for it than the other three quoted. He is having the photographer come later in July, and this place needs to be in pristine shape for that. The house is behind the bank, a bunch of redwoods and a hedge. So the bank, is the first thing you see.  

 Have been dreading the headache of putting all the household stuff in a garage sale or on Craig's list.  The realtor reminded me about a good North state online auction outfit that does all the work for you, (for a price), but they get better prices for things than I would get on my own. Something to consider.

I'm so dang into simple, and the littlest things make me happy... like restringing the weed eater this morning (without my neighbor's help), and figuring out how to adjust the idle on it. Geez, sure doesn't take much.  Got most of the bank done and needed to go to town for some parts for another project.  There wasn't time to get showered, and cleaned up, go to town, and get back to work on the bank before it got too hot, so what the heck! Blew off most of the grass, and brush with the compressor, left my dark blue Cabela's ball cap on backwards, put on my mirrored aviator sunglasses, and drove Hank up town. This is a small town, and very seldom do you not run into someone that knows you.  But, the incognito look seems to have worked, nary a soul has texted or called me to say, "saw you cruse'n Main in that lowlife getup". 
And I'm pretty sure several of them would have told me to "turn that damn ballcap around, young lady"!