So we're tight on cash till payday in a week. I was mulling over the good fortune I've had in the past, how while I don't get big miracles, someone/thing always comes through in a crisis.
I get home. There's a big envelope addressed to me from a gas and oil company in Pittsburgh.
It's a request to lease my share of the mineral rights for 70.4 acres in the coal/gas fields of Southwestern Pennsylvania. $2,000 per mineral acre (whatever that is, research ahoy!).
There are 10/11 located heirs. I don't know how many mineral acres there are in 70.4 acres.
I despise the energy companies that are raping my ancestral home. But one person out of 10/11 won't stop this. They already own a third of the rights. And even if I only have one mineral acres, $2,000 would be very useful. I have to have a grand in hand before I can get cataract surgery (thankfully a couple of years before crucial).
I don't get miracles, but the Goddess loves me.
Research has occurred. A mineral acre is roughly equivalent to a basic acre. $144,000 up for grabs. I wonder what the tax bite on $14,000 is for lease payments.
I'd best send my sister an email and see if she's gotten this and what she's done.
But dear god, I hate the frackers.
Holy windfall, Connie!
ION, my cleaning product headache/backache meds nap lasted 4 hours. Yikes. But my headache is gone, and I think I can complete my 5 tasks remnants before midnight. Go team NightCleaning!
Also, I think I am going as a Disco Owl for Halloween. My creativity and cash flow is at an ebb.
Wow, Connie, that's pretty handy money if it all works out!
Whoa Connie, that's quite a chunk of money!
I suppose it would be in the poorest of taste to reinact
Kind Hearts and Coronets
on all those cousins and removed cousins I haven't seen in 35 years.
I'll split it with my sister.
Yay for pennies from heaven!
I'm beginning to think I should start a blog called "Fukushima Won't Kill You (But I'm Thinking About It)."
ION, I'm thinking of crocheting myself some gloves. I just measured the circumfrance of palms of my hands, and they're 8 inches, which falls in the large category of the patterns I've been looking at. I always envied the girls with the narrow delicate hands. I've got sturdy, peasant hands.
I'm beginning to think I should start a blog called "Fukushima Won't Kill You (But I'm Thinking About It)."
I'd subscribe.
Also it sounds like it should be a Fall Out Boy song title. Which is not a bad thing to me.
My grandma had big hands if not fingers. Now I know where I got them. They don't look big but, man, rings rarely fit. Except the one of hers that I have. Because, hey. Fingers.
