Rant #3,214: Communication

As I have said numerous times, life goes on.

Yesterday, we did not have anyone come to the house to look it over for possible purchase.

That was the first day in like two weeks that no one came to the house.

We don’t have anyone yet scheduled for today, but we do have a prospective owner coming here on Sunday.

People have put up offers, and then rapidly withdrawn them for one reason or another.

I don’t think a lot of them are serious, but they go the offer route and then withdraw their offer after a day or two.

That is how this works, apparently, and it takes the life out of myself and my family when they do this, because it clouds everything up, making our future even less bright than it already is.

And I do believe a lot of it has to do with us.

Do you keep us as tenants or not? What do you charge us for rent, since we cannot possibly pay what many of them want us to pay?

I do believe that we are the quagmires in this entire business, and we are the ones who are holding up the process.

And it is making myself and my family more uncomfortable by the second.

It is not easy being the fly in the ointment, and knowing that you are the fly in the ointment makes it even worse.

But as I said, in the meantime, life goes on ....

I was put in Facebook jail yet again, because I supposedly violated their cybersecurity regulations with the post I tried to put up yesterday.

I will be in the hoosegow until September 12, and I guess that I will have to subsist on bread and water until that time.

I can still post things, but not directly in my groups, which of course, makes absolutely no sense.

But what makes even less sense is that the Facebook police allow sexist, racist, anti-Semitic and lurid sexual content on the social networking site, yet they go after me.

If you can explain this to me, please do, because I don’t get it at all.

Then, in “real world” happenings, I did my family’s food shopping yesterday, and today, after I drop my son off at work, I have to get gas—the liquid kind, not the “natural” kind that this entire episode has produced in my body—and then have the pleasure of driving 40 miles to get my allergy shots, another situation that I would like someone to explain to me the benefit I get from driving such a distance to get shots that I used to get five miles away from me.

I wood not be doing my duty if I did not report on two recent passings, people that impacted our lives in their own ways.

David McCallum certainly had one of the most interesting careers of any actor I can remember, reaching his height of popularity first as a young man and then doing the impossible, reaching that height again later in life.

First playing a Russian spy working for our side in “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.” when he was in his 30s, and later, paying a medical examiner in “NCIS” inn his 70s and 80s, the Scottish-born actor bookended his career with mass popularity due to his TV roles, but somewhere in between, he kind of faded off the face of the earth, even though he was an active actor for the entirety of his career.

He also was very musically inclined, as I have chronicled in past Rants, and he married a Long Island girl and maintained a home on the island, so he was OK in my book.

The other passing was of Terry Kirkman, a performer, singer and songwriter whose name you might not know, but whose legacy can be found in the songs he wrote, in particular one of them.

Kirkman was a member of The Association, one of the most popular vocal groups of the 1960s, a group that had successes through the 1980s.

He penned a number of their most popular songs, but none was more popular than “Cherish,” one of the acts’ number one records and just behind The Righteous Brothers” “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling,” as the most played song on the airwaves in the history of music.

And the song was also covered by a multitude of artists, including David Cassidy, who re-energized it again into a big pop hit during the height of his career.

R.I.P. to both McCallum and Kirkman.

Now, back to my problems …

It is a waiting game now, and maybe, just maybe, next week will bring better news, but with little light at the end of the tunnel, who knows?

Have a great weekend, and I will speak to you again on Monday.