Things, they are a-changin’!
Not really the way I expected, but they are. I skipped a week making a post . . . or was it two? I don’t know, I’m too lazy to look at the date on the last post to figure it out. Lazy? Tired? I just don’t care?
Yeah, all of those.
Let me try to sum this up as quickly as I can. (I just heard all of you call me a long-winded fuck, just relax.)
With all the changes over the past year or more, with Liz taking a job and moving to Georgia . . . and then taking another job . . .and staying in Georgia. Anyway, that’s a long story and not mine to tell, but what it came down to is that Liz has been thinking about selling this house in Florida. A completely understandable and fully expected decision that I knew would happen. It only makes sense. I’d been toying around with looking for a place of my own finally anyway and it just plain needed to happen.
Here is the twist to that . . . the next door neighbor put his house up for sale, and as it turns out, got a pretty good price for it, so Liz gave a Real Estate agent a call just to see what he thought she could get for it. Long story short, it went down like this . . .
- Real Estate agent said he knew somebody that wanted to move down here and could he show him the house
- House was cleaned and prepped in a single weekend for the showing on that Monday
- Dude liked the house and made an offer
- Liz made a counter offer, and it was accepted
- They want to close on Aug. 17
In summary, the house was prepped, shown, and sold within a few days . . . and NEVER went on the market. At a profit.
Can’t really blame her for that now, can ya?
At any rate, I think we’re all in kind of a panic. I’ve got to find a place that I can afford in less than a month, which isn’t easy, because I can’t afford much. I’m just a dude that values his being alone all the fucking time, so I just need a studio or 1 bedroom place for like $500. $600 tops. They are around and they exist, unfortunately my credit score makes this a bigger hurdle than I would like. I’ll need a cosigner OR I can get a trailer in a meth riddled trailer park with no credit check. In hurricane country.
Now Liz is also trying to figure out how to live in Georgia and be down here to pack up 10+ years of her life and either distribute or sell much of the furniture she has here and have this place emptied in less than a month. On top of that, she’s been helping me to find a place during the day because my job doesn’t allow me the time to look very much myself. She almost hit the jackpot today but then the “landlord” (an AirBnB host) said it was just for a month because of family obligations. (The damn place would have been PERFECT) There are complications with her job and a new relationship she’s been enjoying up in Georgia and all this went down so fast, it has been a whirlwind for all of us.
We all know we’ll get it figured out and work through it and all will be well and good in the end, but at this point we all wish we could just fast-forward to somewhere around October where we’ve come out the other side and we’re facing all new and improved stresses over completely unrelated shit.
Personally, it’s something I had been planning on anyway . . . getting my ass out on my own, taking care of my own shit. As life sometimes does, it sorta got tired of me taking my time and said “Let’s DO this shit already!”
For Liz, it was something she was planning on doing as well and the same shit went down for her.
So, here we are. For the next month, I’ll help Liz out helping her get stuff sold and moving things to storage or wherever (the new boss is much more pleasant about letting me use the truck for personal shit) and she’ll help me looking for a new place and stuff. A month from now, the dust will settle and we’ll all be . . . .
For those of you asking what this means for my quest for stand-up comedy, it doesn’t mean anything except a slight delay in the chase. It’s been 30 years since it first occurred to me that I wanted to do it, so I suppose another month isn’t going to ruin it any more than it already has been. I’m still searching the open-mic nights and still writing stuff in my little notebook (although I didn’t have it with me today and I thought of some shit that had me laughing my ass off in the truck today and I completely forgot what it was now . . . it’ll come back to me) and I’m listening to a lot of comics and their podcasts along the way. I’ve been searching open-mics here in town and as far away as Orlando, Ft Lauderdale, West Palm Beach and Miami. (One thing I have learned from listening to how comics got where they are is, be prepared to drive . . . a LOT) One podcast I’ve found in particular is called “The Comedian’s Comedian with Stuart Goldsmith” and he spends every episode interviewing comedians to find out their writing methods, techniques and how they get their ideas and it is an AMAZING resource. The biggest problem with it at the moment is that I listen to it in the truck all day long and with the current situation I’m in, my mind is elsewhere and I have come to the end of full hour podcasts and realized that I didn’t hear a single friggin’ word of it because I’m all “dammit, where am I gonna find a place . . . there? Maybe there? Shit, I can’t afford that.”
All it means is that I just have to slow down a bit and focus. Nobody became a comedian in a month, but people have found a place to live in that amount of time, so that’s what I gotta focus on now.
On that note, I’ve been thinking about starting a podcast myself, I’m just not sure where to go with it. If any of you have an idea of what you might like to hear from me (and eventually see because they have all gone the way of YouTube as well), throw me some suggestions. I’m sure you don’t want to hear me talk to myself for an hour (maybe you do, I don’t know. My head gets fuckin’ weird sometimes), but I can think of a few people out there I would love to have a live chat with on a podcast because we have come up with some funny shit together (Hey LEO, you readin’ this?!) I just need to come up with some kind of format. All suggestions are welcome.
That’s my update, kids. I look forward to hearing from you all.
Oh, and follow me on Twitter. I’m trying to be more active there. @eric_waechter I’ll try to be funny.
I said “try”.
For those of you that know me and have followed me for the last few years . . . no, I don’t want to drink, and I am encouraged by that.
Why ruin chaos with insanity?
(That’s brilliant. Consider that copyrighted immediately.)