I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Two Hundred and Fifty Eighth Story

I bought Baba Yaga's old house at a bankruptcy auction. She was several centuries behind in tax payments & the bureaucracy of arranging a payment plan with all the various districts... it was just beyond her. The price I agreed on was initially pretty high, but I was able to persuade the courts that with the moving about & the size(small) it didn't legally count as a house or property. That got me out of almost 80% of what was owed on the thing. I felt pretty bad for the previous owner, so I used some of that savings to buy her a VW camper in exchange for a few driving lessons in my new home. She & I still exchange letters, sometimes, but most of them get lost in the mail.

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