fishheadbob
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- Joined
- Aug 5, 2014
- Messages
- 649
- Location
- western ny
- Tractor
- New holland boomer 40 NH 3930 Deere 2320
Wife and I are 67; she grew up in suburbia, me a city boy, but 44 years in the country. Last remodeling job on our 1840 vintage house we made sure the 1st floor bath had wide doors in case either one got incapacitated as we plan on dying here, hopefully in about 40 years. Someone earlier said he had the first eight hours in by noon. I generally have only seven in by then, guess I'll have to get up earlier. Cows and horses are long gone, don't miss them that much, and I give the hay to a neighbor, keeps the fields from going to brush. I also have 7,000 or so Christmas trees which eat up a lot more time than you might think. The great thing about the trees is they don't require care every day. I can play golf, go on a trip, or just plain put them off for a while, whatever needs doing will still need it later. Couldn't do that with livestock. Nice benefit to the trees is the big shot of cash that's going to roll in starting in a week; no screwing off in December. Taxes are about 6K a year, not bad for living in N.Y., but some of that is b/c we get maybe 30% off as a going agricultural concern. Ditto with electricity except the discount is closer to 50%.
Another reason we don't sell is the amount we must have sunk into this place over the last 36 years. Bought it as a dump in '79 and since then a few remodelings, obscene amounts of upgrades including oak, granite geothermal, etc., etc.. Never get what we think the place is worth, and then we'd have to live in a little box somewhere. Lastly, my son's ashes are spread on the place. Can't leave him alone.
Another reason we don't sell is the amount we must have sunk into this place over the last 36 years. Bought it as a dump in '79 and since then a few remodelings, obscene amounts of upgrades including oak, granite geothermal, etc., etc.. Never get what we think the place is worth, and then we'd have to live in a little box somewhere. Lastly, my son's ashes are spread on the place. Can't leave him alone.