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flowerfan2 · 4 years ago

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

McDanno, T, A03

Summary: After Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away. Picks up after the end of Season 10.

Notes: This story is set in the present, following 10x22, but there’s no COVID in it. I wanted it to be fun. The story is complete and will be posted over the next few weeks. Many thanks as always to my awesome beta, @perryavenue. And apologies in advance for any formatting errors on tumblr, I spent forever fixing it up for A03 and it probably won’t translate easily at this point!

Chapter 1

April 2, 2020

Group message: Tani Rey, Junior Reigns, Lou Grover

TR: You guys going over to Steve’s to say goodbye tomorrow?

JR: Yeah. Still think we should have a party.

LG: The man’s had two parties and a lunch already – how many send offs does he need?

JR: I don’t know, he didn’t seem to like them very much. Maybe he needs a better one. With just us.

TR: He’ll be fine. Plus, there’s not really any time left.

JR: What about tonight? He’s not coming in today, right?

TR: He’s got plans, Junes.

JR: He does? I thought he said he had work to do around the house? We could bring pizza and beer, help him out.

LG: He’s got plans with Danny.

JR: Danny won’t mind the help – he’d be happier supervising, anyway.

TR: Lou, what are we going to do with him?

LG: No idea. Nothing’s worked so far.

JR: Are you guys talking about me? That’s not very cool. At least fill me in.

TR: Sweet Junes, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not sure we can help.

LG: But bring that beer over to my place tonight, and I’ll do my best.

TR: I’ll bring chips.

April 3, 2020

JR: Okay now I feel really bummed out. Why did Steve leave Danny down on the beach like that? We should have had a party.

TR: Chill, Junes, he’ll be ok. He’s just sad.

JR: Do you mean Danny or Steve?

LG: Yes.

JR: But Steve is the one who decided to leave, he shouldn’t be sad – I don’t get it.

LG: It’s not a straightforward situation.

TR: Good one, Lou.

JR: I feel like I’m still missing something.

TR: Wouldn’t be the first time.

JR: Hey, should we add Adam to the text? Because he’s standing over there petting Eddie and it feels kind of awkward that we’re all texting.

TR: Sure, Adam is definitely sort of not really barely on Five 0 these days… why not add Jerry while you’re at it?

JR: Okay.

LG: I think Tani was joking. But we should add Danny and Steve, it’ll give us an easy way to keep in touch while Steve’s away.

TR: You think it’ll work?

LG: Look at that sad boy down there on the beach. It couldn’t hurt.

TR: Sounds good.

JR: …so should I add Adam or not?

April 5, 2020

JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Commander McGarrett

JR: How’s your trip so far, Commander?

SM: No need to be so formal, Junior. And good, thanks. Ran into an old friend.

TR: Wow, so we’re going to start with that, are we? You know Danny’s in the chat, right?

DW: How do you think Chin knew Steve’s flight info?

TR: Wait, so the old friend was Chin?

SM: Yeah, Catherine was surprised, too. She thought I was going to Tahoe with her. Not sure where she got that idea.

DW: Careful what you say, there are kids present.

SM: I didn’t say anything bad.

DW: You were thinking it.

LG: Not to change the subject or anything, but how are Abby and Sara doing?

SM: They’re great. Sara’s adorable. Smart as a whip, too.

DW: You gonna stay in San Fran a while?

SM: Yeah, a week or two. See the sights. I hear they have some great Italian restaurants.

DW: Now you’re just being mean.

SM: Nothing could rival your lasagna, Danny.

DW: Aw, you’re forgiven.

SM: Anyway, thanks for giving Chin the heads up that I was coming, Danny.

DW: No problem. Had to make sure you weren’t going to immediately start free climbing rock faces or something. Need to at least let the jet lag settle.

LG: Say hi to the Kelly clan for me, will you?

SM: Of course. Gotta go, Abby and Sara want to take me to Alcatraz.

DW: By boat, right?

SM: Danno, people swim away from Alcatraz, not to it.

DW: Leave it to you to start a new trend.

April 24, 2020

JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Steve

SM: Hey, just want to let you guys know that I’m going to be out of contact for a while.

DW: As opposed to the past few days, when you answered approximately 5% of my texts?

LG: You headed out into the woods?

SM: Desert, but yeah. Gonna do some camping.

DW: Maybe you’ll see a bear. Beat some sense into you.

JR: Are there bears in the desert?

TR: No, but there are snakes. And spiders. Be careful, those things can be vicious.

DW: Yeah, careful is his middle name.

JR: What’s Danny so mad about?

TR: Not the time, Junes.

DW: I’m not mad, I just know how he is. He’s probably hoping to see some snakes. Maybe shoot a rattler, cook one over his campfire.

SM: I have no intention of shooting anything, I’m just going camping.

DW: Since when is going anywhere without shooting something fun for you?

SM: I’m not exactly here to have fun.

TR: Um, Steve, you okay?

SM: Signing off. Talk to you guys later. Give Eddie a hug for me, I miss that big guy.

April 25, 2020

TR: Junes, you awake?

JR: Yes, are you?

JR: That was a joke, I know you’re awake, you texted me first.

JR: This is just a text between us, right?

TR: Yeah, it’s just us. Lou and I are done with the stake-out, we handed it off to HPD. Lou’s driving me home.

JR: Did you talk to him about Danny and Steve? Danny seemed pissed in the group text. What’s going on?

TR: I tried, but if Lou knows what’s going on, he’s being unusually tight lipped.

JR: I wish Danny was back at work. It’s weird with both him and McGarrett not there.

TR: He’s got at least another two weeks until his ribs heal enough to get cleared to return to active duty, at least that’s what he told me yesterday.

JR: Can’t he come back to headquarters, though? I would have thought he’d want to come back, especially with him being in charge now.

TR: Temporarily in charge.

JR: Yeah, whatever. Didn’t really sound like that when the governor stopped by, did it?

TR: I don’t know, Junior, I really don’t. But Danny doesn’t really seem eager to get back to work. Maybe he’s had it with us.

JR: With Five-0? You think he’s gonna do the restaurant thing again?

TR: No, that was a disaster.

JR: Well, I hope Danny comes back to Five-0. Otherwise Adam might think he’s got a permanent spot.

TR: You really don’t like Adam much, do you?

JR: I don’t know, he seems to have an explanation for everything. But I don’t trust him. Not like Steve and Danny.

TR: I miss them too. But Danny’s around anytime you want to talk to him. He whispered in my ear for two hours yesterday when I was questioning that record store owner who tried his hand at money laundering.

JR: But Steve’s been pretty out of touch.

TR: I think that was the idea of his trip. It’s definitely going to be a long summer.

JR: You think Steve won’t be back until fall?

TR: That’s my bet. September, refreshed and ready to go. But I really don’t have a clue. What do you think?

JR: Sooner than September, that’s ages, Tani. Why does he need to be away so long?

TR: You’d have to ask him.

JR: Tani?

TR: Yeah?

JR: One more thing… I think we forgot to put Quinn in the text group.

TR: Shit.

May 4, 2020

LG: Grace has got skills, Danny. She’s beating Steve at his own game!

TR: Um, what are you talking about, Lou?

LG: Steve and Grace went surfing in L.A. Big waves, too. Didn’t you see the pics on Facebook?

DW: You’re showing your age, Lou. Facebook is for old people.

LG: Grace posted on it, she’s not old.

DW: She only puts pics on there when she wants her parents and grandparents to see them. They’re carefully curated.

TR: Why am I not Facebook friends with Grace? I feel left out.

JR: Ditto.

DW: You should both feel free to friend her. I’m sure she’d friend you back.

TR: I’ll look for her insta instead. Probably get better stuff.

LG: Do you even know Grace?

TR: Rude.

JR: Ditto again.

DW: That’s the same thing.

JR: No, I’m actually saying ditto for the second time.

LG: This group text is more ridiculous than Grace’s sanitized Facebook page.

TR: At least if Steve’s surfing we know he made it out of the desert.

LG: On a horse with no name.

DW: Now you really sound old.

TR: Dad joke alert.

LG: What’s wrong with dad jokes? I am a dad, after all. I’m quite proud of being a dad. I deserve to make dad jokes.

TR: Try making better ones, at least.

LG: Danny, you’re a proud dad. Back me up here.

DW: Proud, yes. As uncool as you, no.

TR: Settle down, you’re both old and uncool, no need to get worked up about it.

DW: Fine. This old guy is staring at some very nice looking steaks, and was planning on lighting the grill soon. Assuming you’re still willing to eat my food despite my advanced age.

JR: Tani and I are getting in the car now, we’ll stop for beer on the way. Jerry said he was coming, too, and bringing fruit salad with no pineapple, just for you.

DW: Yet another reason I like Jerry. And did you guys talk to Quinn and apologize for not including her in the group text?

TR: I did, and she actually seemed relieved not to have to deal with us all outside of work.

DW: Seriously?

TR: No, of course not. I already added her. She’s on now.

QL: Hi guys. Danny, thanks for inviting me. I’m bringing margaritas and guac.

DW: See, already glad you’re in the chat. Sorry Tani forgot you.

TR: I did not forget Quinn!

LG: Tani has been suitably repentant, Danny, don’t worry. And do put my name on two of those steaks - Renee made her special chocolate cake with mocha buttercream. We’ll be there soon.

DW: Does your wife think I’m dying or something? She only makes that cake when someone’s sick.

TR has changed the name of the group text to Chocolate Cake For the Detective’s Soul

TR: Maybe she thinks it’ll make your ribs heal faster, so you can come back to work and make sure Lou doesn’t do anything stupid.

DW: Tani, not for nothing, but it’s not Lou I’m worried about.

TR: That building wasn’t that tall. I landed in the pool, and apprehended the suspect on the way down.

DW: I rest my case.

#H50 #McDanno #Hawaii Five-O #H50 fic #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett #textfic

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coolpolarbear123 · 4 years ago

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Band Camp Day 4

Band camp is half as long this year, so why am I twice as tired?

August 15th, 2020

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I broke my laptop--it’s a wonder I can even get this out tonight:

So some stuff I forgot yesterday: my band director mentioned crash and burn, which is something we’re Not Supposed to Tell The Freshmen

It’s the thing where we make them stand at set and we try to break them

Thankfully not a lot of people heard him say it, but

The senior prank was zip-tying the gate shut (today it was setting up hammocks and tents because it’s band camp)

I got super hydrated and it made me really hyper it was super weird 0/10 hated it

So we started the day with doing some step-size exercises, except the band director wanted it a specific way

He didn’t get his way, and he got mad

Every time he explained it, he gave us a different explanation so

He had the drill instructors come to the front to demonstrate, but they still couldn’t figure out what was up

It was a trainwreck. At one point they had all the drill instructors go back to their section to explain what was happening, then the DI’s got back together, and each of them had said something different to their section

If the band director wanted a specific thing, then he shoulda just called out the commands himself, but n o

It was literally half an hour of the DI’s demonstrating and trying to figure out what to do

The band director tried to explain it to them again, and stood right in front of my DI to do it, but like, not facing her

It was rude, anyway

Band Director, getting annoyed at the questions: “What is your point?”

The trumpet DI: “What is YOUR point?”

So then it got around to the band marching it, quote my band director, “If it took them this long, let’s see how long it takes the entire band!”

That’s a sign we shouldn’t do it

It took us a hot sec, lemme tell you

We took a break after that, then marched pregame

Apparently there was some problem with the drill, and my band director was like “let’s fix it by moving the entire drill four steps north”

So we did that, everyone messed up, and the band director got mad

Quote one of the drumline, “You just moved the problem five yards to the left!”

We fixed it eventually, but it was annoying

He also added a spin? It sucks

Lunch

Playing rehearsal

Nothing special happened until sectionals, while we threw seeds from the trees at each other and annoyed other sections with an awful Bb scale

Super fun

Full band, again nothing happened

Dinner

Freshman of the year, one of our piccs came in second!!! I’m so proud

Some guy I don’t know won it, but it’s determined by a freshman-only elimination block

I won it my freshman year, if you remember

Crash and burn! We all set up for pregame, took the returners out, and the freshmen marched it

The piccolos brought three kittens, dressed up, and I took selfies with everyone

The pictures actually turned out decent

And then we did the thing where we go hiking (we went to the beach to socially distance) and the seniors all talk and cry about their band experience to the freshmen

21 shots of water

#band camp #marching band #band #rant #cbc #2k20 bc adventures

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brynandchristopher · 5 years ago

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On to the next

Greetings and Salutations!

I hope you are all enjoying the holidays and the Christmas cheer! This is the first time in my life we have been away from home this time of the year and it feels really strange - I miss it!!

The last time we posted we were in Danang, Vietnam. Where we spent a couple more days before heading on to Hoi An, just a 30 minute drive south down the coast. We were very lucky to have a great friend of ours, Allison, come visit us from Shanghai for a few days in Danang and Hoi An. Bryn and I first met Allison in Bali (which is also where Bryn and I met but you already probably know that). She was there teaching English as well and we became fast friends. Allison and I have actively stayed in touch and have met up in England, Nepal, and China prior to this trip in Vietnam. She’s been living in China for 3 years now but is planning on moving to the Danang/Hoi An area next year and the dates lined up for us to meet up and check it all out!

Hoi An was a really nice relaxing getaway. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast located on An Bang beach. It had been a couple of weeks since we had any really nice weather, nothing too inclement but for weeks it had been overcast - but the first couple of days in Hoi An we got lucky with a few awesome beach days and soaked up the sun. Our first night in Hoi An was unexpectedly wild. We went into town to explore some shops and get dinner and found out the Vietnam national soccer team was playing in the finals of the SEA games. We had noticed the build up throughout our trip as many people watched them make their way to the finals. We knew it was a big deal to the Vietnamese, but my goodness.. We took a lantern boat down the river that runs through town to the main drag of restaurants and bars where we found a place that had put up a sheet on the wall and was projecting the game. They ended up beating Indonesia 3-0 in a thrilling match. The aftermath was inanity, there were literal riots in the streets, the entire city seemed to be out in full force waving flags, chanting, singing, dancing and blowing horns. The streets were flooded at a standstill with people and cars for hours and it took us nearly 3 hours before the roads were clear enough to get a taxi back to our hotel. The next evening we met up with a friend of my fathers from high school. He has lived in Vietnam for the last 3 years with his wife and their 3 year old daughter. The last time my father and he had seen each other was before I was born. He took us around to some cool local spots and told us about his life and what living in Asia as an expat is like. He was a really interesting person and we had a great time getting to hang out with a local! Their daughter was absolutely adorable and it was really fun to entertain her and make jokes while she shared lots of candy with us. :)

Our final day in Hoi An was spent relaxing at a spa. In Asia you can get various spa treatments/massages for ~10$ and seeing as we wouldn’t have that opportunity again for a while, we treated ourselves. I did a hot stone massage for the first time, it was really freaking hot, but awesome. Bryn got a coffee bean and honey body scrub and a manicure and Allison did some extravagant package deal. It was wonderful. The rest of the evening we just chilled out and played cards, got some dinner and drank wine from the local vineyard. The next morning we parted ways with Allison and flew to Saigon for the day. We had a a flight late that evening so we booked a cheap AirBnB with a pool and hung out in the sun and then went to see the new Jumanji movie before our flight. One last Bun Cha and bowl of Pho and we were saying goodbye to Vietnam.

Bryn and I are cheap flight aficionados, we have some know-how on working the system and typically find great deals wherever we go, but going ultra-budget can pose problems. At the start of our trip we flew on China Eastern, the budget Chinese airline. Our flight from the US to Thailand was just over 200$, short layovers, good seats, crazy deal! However, right before our flight they changed the flight schedules in China and we were unable to make our connection so we had to hang out in Shanghai for a couple of days. Luckily, our friend Allison lives there and she we got to hang out with her and explore the city. We will flashback and include a few photos from our Shanghai trip in this post as well. Well.. that was not to be the last of our flight debacles.. When we were searching for flights, the flights from Vietnam to New Zealand were pretty damn expensive - this is the high season for tourism in New Zealand as it is the beginning of their summer, and with the holidays and such flights in December were very out of our price range. Except for this one date, we were baffled why the flights on December 13th were less than half the price than all of all the other flights but we counted ourselves lucky and locked it in. A few days later I came to realize that December 13th fell on a Friday.. We definitely got a real Friday the 13th experience... We went to the airport ~3 hours early for our flight and as we got through the check in line they informed us that we did not have the proper clearance to get on our flight to New Zealand. Since we had started traveling, New Zealand just implemented a new regulation that you have to pre-register your automatic visa on arrival - it seems silly requiring people to apply for something they are guaranteed to get but nonetheless, we were in a bit of a pickle. We had an hour or so before the counter closed to work it out and there were a couple other folks in the same boat as us. The approval process is only supposed to take 20-30 minutes so we applied but our application didn’t go through properly and the counter was about to close. We cajoled the people in Vietnam to at least let us board the first leg of our flight to Australia and figure it out on our long-layover there - luckily we had been approved for Australian visas a couple weeks prior and that was an option otherwise we would’ve be SOL. We barely made that flight as we had to wait in an insanely long immigration line and sprint through the airport - they closed the doors as soon as we stepped inside. We were able to call the New Zealand immigration department from Australia and re-apply and get it all expedited. We got to New Zealand as planned, but with a whole lot of added stress and 3 months wasted on our year-long visas in Australia. Could’ve been a lot worse but it will be a long time before I fly on Friday the 13th again.

We have been in Auckland for 3 days now. Another friend of ours from Bali, Arnaud, has a downtown apartment in the city that was between tenants so we’ve been staying in a lovely 22nd story apartment in the heart of the city. The first morning we were here we headed across town to the weekly used car fair to begin our search for a van - which will be our means of room and transportation throughout our 3 months in New Zealand. At first we were a bit overwhelmed and disheartened - the vans on display were either way out of our price range, way too small for me to lay down comfortably, or most predominantly, being sold by a shady used-car salesman that clearly was just trying to do a quick flip. We left the fair to go get a lovely gas-station breakfast and decided to go back and give it one last lap before the day was out. In the far back corner, clearly having arrived late was an older guy from Vermont who charmed us with his stories of living out of the van in New Zealand and living on sailboats in New England. The van was a bit out of our price range but he was trying to get out of the city for the holidays quickly and after some relatively easy negotiating we got the price down in to our ballpark. We got it tested by a mechanic yesterday and he’s currently doing a small fix on a radiator tube, but if all goes well with that we will go to the post office tomorrow with a scary amount of cash in our pockets and buy our first car!!

Today and tomorrow we are going to get prepared to head out on the road! We are starting by heading North of Auckland up to Cape Reinga. While I may be missing the Christmas season and cheer a bit, I live an incredibly exciting life and am super stoked and grateful to start out on this advanture. ;)

Hope all is well in your lives wherever you may be <3

Christopher and Bryn

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pureblessedtarot · 5 years ago

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This morning I wake up with this image in my mind alongside memories of last night’s minibus ride and it makes me smile a lot…

Let’s talk about the image first, I’ll ramble about the ride later…

So! Yggdrasil… The Norse version of the tree of life… The way into the 9 Worlds.

This version has always appealed to me more than the Kabbalistic TOL. It fires my imagination more to think of lands filled with Ice Giants, Gods, Dark Elves etc. as opposed to the overly scholarly feel of sephawotsits and other Hebrew words that refuse to stick in my mind or if they do then I’m probably sounding them out incorrectly anyway… And that feels as though it could go disastrously wrong…

But more than that, as a Mathemagician 9 is a symphony of wonders that 10 just doesn’t top… 9 throwing it’s patterns through the mathverse… Multiplications and symmetries, dancing digit sums… Maths is ART! 9… See, if 3 is a magic number, then 9 is magic squared…

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Keep this between you and me, as I have a reputation to live down to… But sometimes when noone is watching, I study… Above is my imagination experiment that sealed the deal for me for once and for all (or until you can elegantly convince me otherwise) that 9 was indeed the number of the sacred tree…

I looked at the diagram of the K TOL and it kind of looked familiar but somehow off… What was it that it reminded me of? Something from childhood… Of playground games… Oh! Water bombs! Origami missiles! Hmmm… But that 10 distorts the pattern… It stretches it out of shape… Like a forced forceps delivery elongating a baby’s head as it’s dragged from the mother world onto earth…

Now 9, that’s a perfect transposition… 9 the 3×3 magic squared flat on paper, blow in the breath of life and flattened 2 dimensions become 3D. 3x3x3D. Breath births magic cubed to perfection! A universe is born! A universe of 9 worlds with 22 paths to travel… A confirmation (possibly fabricated) that 22 was the number goal for the cards in the D. 0.

This delights me but I’ll go on no further as…

In the words of Dan Brown

Telling someone about what a symbol means is like telling someone how music should make them feel

Moving from one quote to another…

We live in strange times. We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. Douglas Adams.

This lands me back in the minibus… Yesterday morning’s adventure after blown tyre went down well with my crew of 6. Arriving at home time in the big white Renault, pleased them more. Sure, my Galaxy is a sweet ride but filled with 7, it ain’t heaven as logistics are applied factoring in leg lengths and drop off points to see how we can load and unload with minimum scrambling… So… A nifty 9 seater! Oh joy!

“Hey Karen! You only had to change the tyre! Not the whole vehicle! I’m calling shotgun!”

Fully loaded, with 2 seats to spare, I call out “Hey kiddos! Where do you want to go?”

“Hooooooooome!”

“Pub!”

“Argghhh! Pubs are shut!”

“C’mon kiddos! Momma’s gotta full tank! Try harder!”

“Camping!”

“Yeah, camping! There’s enough room in here for us all to sleep!”

“Camping where?”

“Wales?”

“Gower Peninsula?”

Mr Hoooooome changes to “Beaches! Oh yeah! I’m in!”

We transport ourselves through realms of imagination and enjoy a 2 week summer vacation during our mundane half hour commute… A commute that for a while became an escape route from this world and all its problems…

I wake up this morning smiling about this. Ah! My pals are flexing their imaginations… I’m driving but now they’re taking me places! In their world, they’ve often called me a strange little thing as none of them really understood why I never got bored of driving… But now topsy turvy world has them rolling into my world, letting slip their eccentricities, and exploring the

I Magi Nation…

It’s a good place to be!

Transport This morning I wake up with this image in my mind alongside memories of last night's minibus ride and it makes me smile a lot...

#9 #Norns #The Discarded Oracle #Tree of Life #Yggdrasil

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florafraser-blog · 8 years ago

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OOC WEEK: this or that

RAPID FIRE:

Tea or coffee? tea. leaf juice over bean juice.

Stars or planets? planets. pluto is my girlfriend.

Sun or moon? moon. u can’t stare directly @ the sun, but u CAN stare directly @ the moon.

Black or white? black, like my Soul.

The zoo or the aquarium? aquarium!!!!!! lemme watch the fishes!!!!!!

Drama or comedy? drama drama drama drama

Thriller or adventure? thriller Always.

Short walks to the fridge or long walks on the beach? can i have a short walk on the beach?

Indoors or outdoors? both. both is nice, as long as there are no bugs in either environment.

Animals or plants? animals.

Time alone or time with others? listen, human beings exhaust me, but i also require constant attention.

Introvert or extrovert? introvert.

Silence or music? music.

Darkness or light? light, but like, only well lit light.

Cats or dogs? dogs.

Dancing or being the wallflower? dancing my lil toosh off.

Right or left? right.

Werewolves or vampires? i had a rly long ‘the vampire diaries’ phase ok. immortality fascinates me. vampires.

Dressing stylishly or dressing comfortably? as i’ve said to carlie before, my style is “cultivated messiness” aka i look like i put 0 effort in but in a cute way, but i actually put 0 effort in. so dressing comfy but in a stylish way!!!!!

Sunrise or sunset? sunset.

Lead or follow? a lil bit of both. sometimes, u gotta lead when nobody else is doing jack shit, but sometimes, u gotta keep ur mouth shut and follow so that other people are responsible for the Anarchy

Optimist or pessimist? lil bit of both. it’s hard 2 be optimistic when a tangerine is in charge of ur country.

Staying up late or waking up early? staying up late!

Speaking up or staying silent? speaking up always and forever.

White lies or brutal honesty? depends on what the situation calls for. as a rule, i like to be honest, but with the people i’m close with, sometimes that will do more harm than good, and sometimes, you just have to let people come to a conclusion on their own.

Ask for permission before doing the stupid thing or ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing? 100% ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing.

LONG FORM:

Pet peeves: ppl leaving the toilet seat up, ppl who walk slowly, ppl who eat tuna in public (that shit is STINKY), ppl who stand too close to u in line, ppl who don’t ask permission before they take something of urs or touch something of urs, ppl who sneeze into their hands

Bad habits: not eating enough fruits and vegetables or drinking enough water, spending too much $$ on useless crap, liking boys, not wearing my orthotics, not finishing my food, procrastinating on my work (GUESS WHAT I’M DOING RIGHT NOW), ignoring all of my problems in hopes that they’ll go away, not charging my devices.....ever....., never cleaning my glasses, undoing the hems on all of my clothes

Favourite scents (your amortentia!): peppermint, nail polish remover, freshly baked bread, lavender, dryer sheets, petrol

Favourite animal: ORCA!!!! WHALES!!!!!!

Favourite colour: green~

Favourite place to go (local or otherwise) (photos get bonus points): there’s a student run coffee shop on USC’s campus called “ground zero” and they have the best milkshakes known to man, but they also just in general have such good study vibes and writing vibes, so i spend like 98% of my time there.

Favourite meme: the evil kermit meme

Do you have any creative or artistic abilities? i goddamn hope so!!!!!!!! i would like to think i can write semi well, and that’s about it. i can’t draw or sing or paint, so writing is basically all i’ve got. i also feel like i have Some Aesthetic sensibilities, so i’d be somewhat ok at photography and cinematography, but i’m not actually that interested in the latter, just the former.

Talk about something that made you happy today, yesterday, this week: one of my best friends came w me to see the movie “lion” on monday. i’d already seen it, but i really wanted her to see it, and she got us FREE TICKETS at this beautiful theater in santa monica, and we went, and she loved it, and just seeing her enjoy this thing that i loved made me rly rly happy :’)

Talk about an experience that made you feel proud or confident: OK i bought overalls over christmas break, and let me tell u, i have never felt more confident than i feel in these overalls bc not only do i look Good, i look Gay, and today i put them on, and curled my hair, and i feel like the prettiest goddamn human being in existence :’)

Talk about something/someone that makes you feel relaxed: carlie!!!!!!!!!! this is gonna get sappy i’m trying 2 kill her when she wakes up!!!!!!! but talking to carlie alway makes me feel really calm and chill, even if we’re being super high key about something. and if something’s going Wrong, i know i can talk to her because she always has a Good Perspective that Soothes and Supports, and i love her very dearly :’))))))

Talk about something you’re yet to try for the first time but want to: this is dumb, but i’ve never done a face mask before??? i rly want to??? i want my Skin To Feel Soft And Nourished. i also want to dye my hair and become even more of an aesthetic hoe than i already am

Who are your role models and why: 1) david fincher, for just saying fuck u @ everything and doing whatever the hell he wants 2) viola davis, for her constant intelligence and perseverance and strength 3) shonda goddamn rhimes, for creating an empire 4) amy elliot dunne, for being a BAD ASS BITCH 5) peter paige, for continuing to bring nuanced queer stories to the screen, as an actor, as a writer, as a person 6) all of the friends in my life who are just.........amazing and complicated and driven and heartfelt who constantly give me a reason to want to be the best version of myself

Talk about something you want to do this year: i want to start flossing. flossing and i have never gotten along. but my dentist told me i was like THIS close to having perfect teeth, if only i flossed more, so i was like....u know what.....why not go the extra mile......this is my new year’s resolution, and it’s lame, but it’s Mine.

#olooc #I JUST wasted mY enTIre MOrniNG IT'S fine

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Ex-Manchester United star Mickey Thomas describes the fight of his life

It was two weeks ago in the hospital that Mickey Thomas briefly considered admitting. Perhaps, after six months of cancer treatment, this was his time.

& # 39; I was lying in bed with even more needles and more threads and just thought I might not have any more. This time I was terrified that I would not come home, & Thomas admitted Friday.

& # 39; It was an infection, but when you had cancer, the infections were really dangerous. But here I am. I'm not cured for life – nobody can ever say that – but I have a chance, don't I? & # 39;

Here he indeed sits on a sofa in his smart apartment with a balcony overlooking the beach in Rhos-on-Sea in his beloved North Wales. It's a bad day, not one for a walk.

Mickey Thomas, 65, had bad days and good days in the fight against esophageal cancer

But this weekend – when the sun is out – Thomas can be there for a while and feel the sun on his face and a sea breeze on his back. By the end of the weeks of postoperative chemotherapy for esophageal cancer that might have killed him, former Wales, Manchester United and Chelsea are again cautiously looking ahead to the future.

I walked to the stores the other day and thought it was great, he smiled. & # 39; The fresh air, the sounds. For me it is everything. But it's day after day. I feel good with you here, but yesterday I was so wiped out that I was in bed for 24 hours.

The former Man United man arrives at the end of weeks of postoperative chemo

& # 39; They say the chemo can save me, but sometimes when it feels like it is killing me. It is so traumatic. But I know I have to get it done. I want to live so much. & # 39;

It was during dinner with Bryan Robson during a United visit to Bangkok earlier this year that Thomas realized it was time to take control of his own well-being.

& # 39; I had not been right for a year and he could not have eaten well & # 39; because I couldn't swallow, & Thomas recalled, having worked for United's own TV station in his last years.

& # 39; Robbo has had throat cancer and watched me struggle in this restaurant and said: & # 39; You need to figure this out & # 39 ;. It was the way he looked at me. I thought: & # 39; He's right. I do it.

& # 39; My doctor had told me so many times that I was fine. I'd get blood tests and tablets and things. But Robbo really made me think.

& # 39; So back home, two friends – Mike and Shaun Walsh – paid me to go private and have me checked. My old teammate Joey Jones – still my best friend – drove me in and went home. We were not that worried. Then the doctors said they hadn't even put the camera down my throat because the blockage was so big.

& # 39; The exact words were: & # 39; It is a very large tumor. This doesn't look good to you & # 39 ;. I panicked and asked how long I had been away. They said they didn't know. & # 39;

Shortly thereafter, upon hearing further details of his diagnosis, Thomas fainted in the consulting rooms of Wrexham & # 39; s North Wales Upper Gastro unit. At the age of 65 he was desperately ill and had to undergo surgery almost immediately.

During his career, Thomas was a FA Cup second with Manchester United in 1979

& I felt like I was in death row when I walked into the theater, & # 39; he said. & # 39; I had eight teeth on Thursday before Monday surgery, because there was an infection that could have caused a problem. That was an easy decision. I really didn't care what I looked like, I just wanted them to save my life. & # 39;

Thomas was operated on for six hours in May. Fortunately, Andrew Baker was able to handle the entire tumor. Subsequent scans revealed in the spread and currently Thomas is free from the disease.

& # 39; They said they cannot guarantee that it will not return, & # 39; he said. & # 39; But the good news is that the last chemo will be a week next Friday. People say I look the same, but I don't feel the same and probably never will.

& # 39; When they said it was life threatening, I just didn't know what to do. But football people have helped me so much. I really didn't know that I was so loved.

I was a bit of a boy, didn't I? I said things that got me into trouble. I did strange things, I was stubborn. But the reaction was great. Oh my god, it bent me over.

& # 39; People such as Robbie Fowler, John Hartson, Denis Irwin, Peter Reid, Sharpey (Graeme Sharp), Robbo, Rushy (Ian Rush), Kevin Ratcliffe, Lou Macari and then a missed call and a SMS from Sir Alex Ferguson.

& # 39; Fergie told me that I was strong and that I could beat cancer. My god, that was like a medicine in itself when I read that. & # 39;

Thomas was a wasp-like, creative, instinctive football player. His career was somewhat nomadic, winding from Wrexham to United, Everton, Stoke City, Chelsea and beyond, and he now admits that he reflected a restless, nervous personality.

Thomas imagined that he was his famous FA Cup goal scored while Wrexham defeated Arsenal in 1992

Thomas is just as popular in Manchester for his colorful story as his football. Personally he has always been very sympathetic, but for those who wanted to watch, he has always appeared rather vulnerable.

& # 39; Your life swirls around your head when you think it's about to end and I'm thinking of mine, & he said. & # 39; When I was a kid, I couldn't read or spell. I was too scared to walk into a room on my own.

& # 39; As a soccer player, people always saw the stubborn Mickey Thomas, but it was a front. At United I would not go to the dressing room of the first team. I would be there at half past eight, putting on my gear and sitting in the sauna and waiting. After the training I would wait for them all to go home and then change.

& # 39; At my medical service I was naked and thought: & # 39; Why do they want me? & # 39; I felt intimidated and it was because I was uneducated, stood on a schoolyard in Colwyn Bay and was sent to a hut for & # 39; thickos & # 39 ;.

& # 39; Even there, they just put me on a table. I'm not joking. They would just leave me alone. But they all wanted to be my friend on the schoolyard, right? Yes, I could always play football. But without that ball, I was nothing. & # 39;

In Chelsea in the mid-1980s, Thomas did not earn enough to actually live in London. So why would you come to them?

& # 39; I liked the kit, & # 39; he said with only half a smile. & # 39; Joey (Jones) was there too and we both lived in North Wales. So we drove back and forth every day.

& I stayed on a Friday for a game and sometimes slept in the referee's room at Stamford Bridge. He walked into the room before the game and I walked outside.

We stayed in a homeless hotel a few times. Ten pounds a night. F ***** g terrible.

& # 39; You sweep your feet away, not the way in. I don't know how we qualified for that. Maybe it was the way we dressed!

& # 39; Joey and I have a message on the program a few times asking if anyone wanted to spend the night with us. You think I'm joking. I'm not that. & # 39;

Thomas spent eighteen months in prison in the early 18th century after being convicted of money laundering. He has always maintained his innocence, but he has never damaged his chatter after dinner.

& # 39; When a policeman stopped me for speeding, he said it didn't make sense to give me a fine, who would really want my money? he smiled.

& # 39; But look, the prison is a stigma that always stays with me. I was in Walton in Liverpool – not great as a former Man Utd player – but I was OK. I had to try to show confidence to make sure I wasn't bullied.

& # 39; I learned how to do it and that helped me a lot in life when I came out.

Thomas later played for Chelsea, although he had a hard time to afford living in London

& They were all soccer fans inside and that helped too. I had played for so many clubs that I was popular with almost all clubs … & # 39;

Last Sunday, Thomas was back in Old Trafford for the United game against Chelsea. The club sat down at his house and drove him back when he started to leave with 20 minutes to go.

United continued to pay him during his illness and executive vice chairman Ed Woodward has written and kept in touch. He has also heard of Chelsea and Stoke City.

& # 39; The club has been great, & # 39; he said. "People don't see that side of them, but Man Utd sticks to me, even if doctors didn't know they could save me from being overwhelming."

A father of two and a proud grandfather, Thomas also admits that he loves his own company. However, that has its disadvantages.

He is still worried in the early days of his recovery and why should he not?

I prayed most nights, maybe a walk if I can, he said. & # 39; But the chemo exhausts you. You cannot escape it.

& # 39; When it's over, I'll try to return to the same person I was before. But I doubt it. It will always remain in the back of my mind what has happened to me. Every time I feel a little pain, I worry what it is.

& # 39; Do You Know? When I entered that hospital in Wrexham earlier this year, I realized what the real world was.

& # 39; I had been so lucky and it was terribly scary to go into that area. The children in there for example. God, you just want to help them. & # 39;

With that in mind, Thomas has a decision to make the next two weeks. Six months ago he would have done everything he could to have promised this dilemma, but it still disturbed him.

& # 39; If you are cancer free and finish your chemo, they want you to ring a bell in the neighborhood when you leave, & he said.

& # 39; They say it must empower other patients and show that you can survive.

& # 39; I am a Catholic and when this is over, I am thankful that you let me live. But they want me to ring the bell and I don't want that, if I'm honest.

& # 39; What about the people who will never touch it? How will they feel when I do it? I'm worried about them. I really don't know what to do. & # 39;

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jess3232-blog1 · 6 years ago

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86 days today.

Me in front of the tree I “hugged”

I have not written a blog post in over a month. There are many reasons for this, which I will not go into right now, but let’s just say life stuff has been really heavy lately. It is a common misconception that because one gets sober, that life suddenly becomes manageable and that all your problems just go away. This could not be further from the truth. In fact, getting sober does not magically make all your life’s problems go away. However, it does give you the clarity and tools to deal with life’s problems in a better, more clear-headed manner. That does not mean that I don’t still get overwhelmed with it all. It does mean, that sometimes, I still get irrational, angry, and irritable. These emotions are normal and they make me human. I have been suppressing and covering these emotions with booze and hard drugs for as long as I can remember. Rome was not built in a day (yea, cliche, I know) and neither was quality sobriety. I am finally starting to feel all the emotions and just that alone, can be daunting. It takes patience, understanding, and an insight into myself that I have been lacking for quite some time.

Recently, one of my best friends had me pick four Tarot or Oracle cards. They are from the New Zealand Maori, an indigenous Polynesian tribe. The cards are not so much for future telling as they are for spiritual guidance. Each card I picked and read about were spot on for the way I have been feeling lately. One card in particular really stuck out to me. It was the Kaitiaki card, or the Guardian of Papatuanuku, or Mother Earth.

“Make peace and let go of your past issues around being abandoned or not understood or of feeling unsupported, as those experiences need no longer colour your worldview. Trust that you belong here, and that your connection to the Earth Goddess will support you in all ways. You are sensitive, and rightly so. Never judge your sensitivity or feel that you are overreacting–but also allow nature to calm and soothe you, so that you can be focused on accomplishing your soul mission…. the Earth Mother has her own sense of timing and you are not forgotten. You are just growing according to her wisdom and grace. Have faith in yourself and her.”

I have not felt a connection to nature or Mother Earth in an incredibly long time. I love being outside, it refreshes my soul and gives me a new sense of purpose, but in the busyness of life, I tend to forget that I need to nourish this part of my life as well.

“Disconnection from the Divine Feminine harms humanity in ways that will eventually lead us to psychological pain and physical disease. Perfectionism, impatience, thinking about what we can get instead of what we can give, all these erode self-esteem and emotional fulfillment. They distort what is meant to be sacred sexuality into a performance, perpetuation of emotional wounding and abuse, which drains our creative power and prevents us from being able to feel our truths. Then we end up confused, anxious, and uncertain about our future. These are signs that we need to heal and strengthen our connection to the natural world, to restore our connection to the Sacred Feminine.”

During my period of sobriety, during the 3.5 years that I was sober, I loved to walk or run down to Point Defiance Park (yes, WALK!!) on a regular basis. I would usually end up at Owen’s Beach or one of the many trails that are intertwined in the park. I live 10 blocks from this park. Yet, I hardly ever go anymore. It used to be a huge part of my identity and self-care but over the years, I kept placing it on the back burner, ignoring it, forgetting about it.

So, yesterday, I decided to change all of that. I decided I am going to MAKE the time to walk/run down to Point Defiance Park at least 3-4 times a week. The waterfront, Ruston Way, is another beautiful option, and is also just a short walk or drive from me. Now that the weather is getting nicer, it is perfect for it. Today was the first day. I walked down to Point Defiance and the first huge tree that I saw, I went up to it, put my hands on the trunk, and I looked up to the sky. I whispered, “Thank you” and “I love you” to Mother Earth and she heard me.

The purpose of this is what the card calls, the “Re-earthing process.”

“Re-earthing is a sacred practice to help you plug into the consciousness of the Earth Goddess in a truly grounded, healing, and nurturing way. In this way, you both receive from her and become more able to give to her, through your increasing attainment of your life’s work and personal well-being. To re-earth yourself, spend a little time each day in physical contact with the earth. Physical touch–barefoot or with your hands on dirt and grass or on the trunk of a tree–is sufficient for this process.”

As I started my walk, I was anxious, especially after getting a call from my mom this morning that had me a little concerned. I remember feeling stressed, breathing heavily, like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. As I walked, I started to notice the sights, sounds, and smells around me. This is a grounding technique. It helped me to stay in the present moment of where I was and what I was feeling at the time. It calmed me. By the time I reached the bottom of the hill, and the water, I was breathing more naturally, I was smiling, the weight felt like it was lifting from my shoulders. It felt amazing!!! As I looked into the water below, just observing, I thought to myself, “I did not create this. Something bigger than me did. Something with great power and authority. And I am not it.”

Early sobriety is a learning process. It is about learning, every single day, how to handle ourselves and our emotions without the shield of drugs and alcohol. See, that is what drugs and alcohol do. They cloud our judgement and our life. We stop seeing the beauty and the joy in every day tasks. We stop seeing the beauty in nature. We stop believing in the power that nature has to restore us. We stop believing in the beauty of LIFE. Life is a gift, it really is. No matter where you are in this moment, it is a GIFT. It might not always feel that way, but that is why we are ever evolving and growing. Nothing in God’s world happens by mistake. I truly believe that now. It is time to stop existing and to start LIVING.

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Getting back to nature (Kaitiaki) 86 days today. I have not written a blog post in over a month. There are many reasons for this, which I will not go into right now, but let's just say life stuff has been really heavy lately.

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Buying A Former Marijuana Grow-Op As Your Primary Residence

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Just the subject line alone will conjure up images in your head; the possibilities are endless.

Maybe you’re picturing yellow police tape surrounding the home, or a biker gang being arrested and led out the front door of the home.

But what if I told you that inside a “former marijuana grow-op” was family who had been living there for 13 years with no issues?

Then would you consider buying a former marijuana grow-op as your primary residence?

It’s a tough market out there, folks.

I probably don’t need to say that, again, because it’s getting pretty old at this point.

Most of my recent blogs, and my Pick5 videos, are about how tough the market is. I think you get it, by now.

And yet despite how tough the market is, every once in a while, I still get a naive, hopeful, albeit clueless buyer out there that says something to the effect of, “We’re not, like, really serious right now, but if an absolutely unbelievable deal comes along, let us know, and we’d be willing to take a look.”

No problem. You’re the first person I’ll call…

There are no absolutely, unbelievable deals out there.

And even if there were, you’re not going to find them by being passive.

“Deals” in this market are next to impossible to find.

They’re like……well, I guess you could say they’re like teams being down 28-3 in the Superbowl, and coming back to win 34-28 in overtime.

And when you do find a deal, you have to make absolutely certain that the thing that looks too good to be true, isn’t.

I’ve been working with my oldest friend in the world in the past three months to find him, his wife, and his son, a house.

I’ve known Duncan since he was 3-years-old. He was actually my brother’s friend growing up, but since I was incapable of making friends of my own, I basically stole all my brothers’ when we were in our early 20’s.

Duncan and his wife Amanda live in a semi-detached bungalow in Mississauga, and have one child, but there’s one more on the way!

Their house was originally a 3-bedroom, but as is the case with those silly condo townhouses on the south side of Sudbury Street in King West, the three bedrooms are like closets, and many people open up the wall between the two 8×8 jail cells to create a functional “master bedroom.”

So with a second child on the way, Duncan and Amanda began the search for something larger last fall.

Their house is worth about $650,000, but their budget to find something larger is only $800,000. That’s not a lateral move, but it’s not a massive move up either. We had a tall order right from the get-go.

For those of you that know Mississauga, you know that the housing stock is very different from that in Toronto.

There are a ton of backsplit and sidesplit houses, which are all unique in their own way. Some work, some don’t. Some have great layouts, and some are just confusing as hell.

Have you ever been in a backsplit that just keeps going, and going, and going?

You go down to the basement, and find another level below it, and you’re shocked. But then you find another level below that one!

These backsplits and sidesplits come in both detached and semi-detached form, and of course, the price is higher for the former.

I told Duncan and Amanda right from the start that my goal was to find them a detached bungalow on huge lot – a 50-footer! They would gain the extra bedroom and the space they needed today, while having an unbelievable opportunity to build a mansion, or sell to a developer, in 15 years when these 50-foot lots are getting their due.

We cast the net wide. Really wide!

From Dixie Road to Winston Churchill, and from the 403 right down to the water.

Looking in Mississauaga always seems to end up that way, and it’s so different from Toronto.

In Toronto, I find most people have a small geographic area in which they want to search. They might go outside that area, but barely.

Few people say to me, “I’ll live in Bloor West Village, but also in The Beaches, and basically anywhere in between.”

But when it comes to Mississauga, I find my buyers will live just about anywhere.

We started to look in early November last year, with the knowledge that we probably wouldn’t find something in 2016, since the market was drawing to a close rather quickly.

Amanda was on fire with the new listings, emailing me 4-5 per day, and keeping on top of what was selling.

There was that one house that sold in the fall, that we looked back on in the spring, and said, “Oh that would have been perfect.” A lot of buyers feel that way after they get discouraged in a market, and look back to when they started. There’s always that one house that they “would have, could have, should have” bought, but they weren’t ready.

As a lot of buyers out there are finding so far in 2017, it seems as though the market went up 5% as soon as the calendar turned from December to January.

Duncan and Amanda felt this right away, and as the 2017 market wore on, it got worse.

We spun our wheels with a lot of semi-detached backsplits, and although I kept trying to convince them that the space – and all those levels, were great value, we never found one with the right “flow.”

We watched as houses we didn’t like at all routinely sold for $780,000, $790,000, or some of them even over $800,000, which was our max. It was really tough to see houses that we wanted to pass on sell for more than we could afford. At times, it felt like the search was pointless.

We ventured west of Winston Churchill a couple of times, and found ourselves in Oakville.

“Wanna live in Oakville, Duncan?” I asked as we stood outside this one house – a “link,” where the house looks detached, but actually shares a foundation with the houses on both sides. The house checked all the boxes from the outside, but once we were inside, it actually felt like a downgrade from their semi-detached bungalow!

Duncan and Amanda have a massive finished basement, with a guest bedroom, and a family or rec-room that’s perfect for watching epic 25-point comebacks in Superbowls…

And yet every time we saw a basement in a sought-after “detached” on a 25-foot lot, the basements were tiny, often less than half the size of what Duncan and Amanda already had.

We bid on a few houses, never really getting close.

We got absolutely blown out on one – losing by over $100,000. That’s never fun.

I looked back to my original idea of a detached bungalow on a 50-foot lot, and felt irresponsible for even suggesting it.

These were going well past $850,000 now, and into the $900’s.

The ugly backsplits that we didn’t like were pushing past $800,000 as well.

Through the whole month of January, we only found one house we liked, and that was the one we bid on, and lost by $100,000.

Then last week, I was looking on MLS and saw a house in our price range – $800,000 even. A very odd price, since most people price at $799,900.

This house had been on the market for 14 days, though, which I thought was odd. Why didn’t I see it?

Then I saw the “PC” and realized this had a price change. But when, why, how?

This looked like a $950,000 house!

A 2-storey, detached, on a 50 x 120 foot lot, with a goddam pool in the backyard!

It didn’t make sense.

I figured maybe they were out at $979,900 or something, and the “PC” was them dropping the price to $800,000, to try to set an offer night and solicit multiple bids. I hate when agents do that, as though the market was asleep, and/or born yesterday, and were unable to do a history on the listing.

But as it turned out, this wasn’t the case.

The property was actually reduced in price from $850,000.

And the listing even said, “Offers any time.”

I couldn’t figure it out.

$800,000? For this house?

What was I missing?

Well, folks, at the risk of milking this too long, and since you already read the subject line for today’s blog, I’ll tell you the obvious: this was a former marijuana grow-op.

There was a small note in the broker’s remarks that said, As Per 2003 Listing “Former Grow House.”

Well, then!

That explained a lot.

In fact, that explained just about everything!

No buyer out there looking for a place to raise their family is going to purchase a former grow-op.

And even if they wanted to, not a single lender in the province would advance a dollar.

But I was intrigued by this, and even though I don’t make it a habit of chasing unicorns, I decided to spin my wheels a bit.

I asked our in-house legal council at Bosley, one of our managers, and my mortgage broker, and their responses ranged from, “You’re wasting your time,” to “You already know the answer to this,” to “Have you ever successfully got your hands on a unicorn?”

I probably should have quit there.

But I ran the history of the property, and this house sold in June of 2002, closed in August of 2002, and was then sold again under power of sale by a bank in October of 2003, having been listed in September.

There were only thirteen months in between the closing of the house by the alleged grower, and the listing by the bank.

And you can assume that it took a few months for the bank to foreclose, and this would be after an investigation.

So perhaps the “growing” stopped in, maybe, May or June of 2003?

And how long did it take for the growers to set up? A few months?

Maybe they didn’t start growing until, say, November of 2002?

So all told, we have maybe 4-6 months of growing here, absolute, max.

That was hardly a full-scale “grow op.”

I noticed in both the 2002 and the 2003 listings that the basement was unfinished, and yet in the 2017 listing, the basement was fully finished, and the notes said, “Home Fully Renovated By Current Owners.”

The grow-op could have taken place anywhere in the house, but it was more than likely the unfinished basement.

And if the basement was now finished, it meant the current owners did a lot of remedial work back in 2003.

In the photos of the property, you could clearly see children’s bedrooms.

Now call me naive, but what kind of parent would raise two children, for 13 years, in a house that was infested with mold from a marijuana grow-op?

At the risk of chasing a unicorn, I started to think that perhaps this house was stigmatized, but in practice, there as nothing wrong with it.

I told Duncan and Amanda about it, and after a handful of jokes directed at themselves, me, and the house, we decided to go take a look.

The listing came out at $800,000 mid-day, and by 6pm, Duncan and I were in the house for a look.

It was perfect.

Beyond perfect – it was way out of our league.

A 50 x 120 foot lot. A detached house. A 2-storey, 3-bed, 3-bath.

It blew away everything else we’d seen to this point.

Duncan and I called Amanda from the car, and said, “This house is perfect, we want to make an offer.”

She more or less said, “So you two geniuses went to see a former marijuana grow-op, and you want to make an offer, without me even having seen the house?”

We looked at each other and started to nod in agreement. “Yeah, yeah that’s fairly accurate,” we said.

There was dead silence on the phone, and then finally Amanda said, “Alright what the hell,” to our surprise. “Let’s make an offer.”

“Well, if we don’t get the house,” I told Duncan, “I’ll buy you a pound of weed,” I said as we both laughed hysterically.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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