after leaving work a little early yesterday, i made my way home and enjoyed the view along the coast. got home and realized i hadn't had my normal road soda, so i popped open a beer and started to set up for some wood splitting.
"damn, i sucked all the gas out of the wood splitter for cheeses daughters mini-bike. there goes that idea."
settled into some gardening and tubed up some seeds that i had been germinating. got the fire started and cracked open another beer. cheese rolled up, unloaded some groceries and plants that she picked up at the nursery in town. moved plants around in our greenhouse to accommodate the new arrivals and checked on the chickens. 16 eggs, uggh.
we have so many eggs and no crates for them... whatever. farted around in the yard some more and saw our neighbor come home. arranged for her to come down for drinks when she got settled in. stoked the fire and listened to our phone messages. cheeses mom is going to come up this evening and spend the night with us, then take care of the girls tomorrow while we are at school/work. sweet! better remember to pick up some wine. fuck if i can remember if she likes red or white.
i have a nice selection of both at home, but when these ladies get into their second and third bottle, i don't think they notice if its a forty dollar bottle or fourteen dollar bottle. i'll pick up acouple bottles of pinot gri and some merlot just in case.
neighbor rolls in and we chat about how her boyfriend just got the contract with the sheriffs department to fly around and look for marijuana growers. (those pesky dopers, eh?) settle in with a few mixed cocktails. cheese busted out a concoction of pineapple/orange vodkas with a hint of roses lime juice on the rocks. i stuck with the coors light. we went back and forth about how things were going and how she would like to live in town next to the coast or out in carmel valley somewhere. her property in mexico is having troubles with "those damn jews next door". funny how things pop up like that. never would have pegged her for such a racialy aware type person. huh.
i finally ask her about the property...
"so, what are you thinking about asking for land?"
"well, i talked with hillary about listing it and what he thought it might be worth... i was going to ask for seven fifty, and take seven. depending on the terms."
somewhere in there i snorkeled half my beer up into my nose and snorted it back down so i didn't blow it all over the coffee table.
"wow! well... that's more than i thought." my face must have looked hysterical!
"the property has a plumbed water system and foundations for a house. i'm just tired of camping and my boyfriend likes his creature comforts.... blah, blah, blah.."
we chat some more about the land, our other neighbors, dogs and our road. we discussed how she would have to carry the loan(due to the fact that it is only land, all the buildings and roads on it are illegal. the banks would never loan three quarters of a million dollars for unimproved land right now.) and how she'd expect at least a hundred thousand for a down. she looks at me and says....
"doesn't your dad have money? perhaps..." she trails off when i shake my head and offer her no way to continue. (hey dad! got a hundred thousand or so laying around? ahahahahahaaa!) and cheeses family is land rich, money poor as they say here in the Sur. so we finish up our drinks and go out side to watch the fog cover up the last full lunar eclipse until 2010. and then i throw out the last whack....
"so let us know if you change your mind and want to come down to about a third of your asking price, we could maybe scratch up ten percent of that for the down and afford about fifteen hundred a month with four percent."
she laughs. i laugh... knowing full well why she thinks her land is so valuable... cheese and i return to the warmth of our house and talk about what just went down and i make us some breakfast quesadillas for dinner.(we have a lot of eggs, remember?)