Tough, tough couple of weeks for me

Still sweating the certificate. It should come, but man, the guy is taking his time. Sure, he's busy, but I'm dying of anxiety right now. This is the last hurdle to unloading this burden. Have to try to distract myself, but it's hard, since this has been my unexpected job for the last six months. I'll take a deep breath and maybe another.

Edit: Finally at 3:30pm I get the certificate of compliance. Whoopee, now I get to go to the closing tomorrow. There's already some drama going on about that... At least it isn't anything that I have to do!
 
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Oh, I spoke too soon... The closing attorneys tell me the stupid town won't forward them the information and I have to physically pay a final water bill in person at the town office! Just what I need to do tomorrow. What a pain in the neck. Can't wait for this manure-fest to be over. It's been soul sucking.

This definitely calls for a whiskey. I don't really drink, but I have to make an exception for this tonight.
 
Wow, what a day. I had to pay over $400 for a water bill on an unoccupied house. What a rip off! Some unknown person had used the toilet and I found it running on June 6th, when I was first allowed to enter the house (in over 3 years). I'd bet it was running for oh maybe 3 months minimum, maybe up to 6 months. I'd bet it was one of the "do nothing" trustees that visited the house.

Went to the closing, which was relatively easy for that sort of thing, but there were a few twists. Fortunately my attorney was with me and we ironed everything out. The numbers all added up correctly.

I heard this evening, that the buyer's part went through. The deed should be recorded in the morning. When it does, I will shut off the alarm system. Even though the buyers have the keys, they still don't own the property until it is recorded. I warned the closing attorney about this, ie, I still controlled the alarm system until the deal completed.

I feel empty, it was the final parting of death, where you grew up and where your parents died. Nothing remains there that is identifiable. I have a few trinkets at home, but I still feel the loss. Hopefully, I can move on from this difficult chapter of life and go on to better and more pleasant things. This last year has taken a lot out of me. I need to recover those lost attributes of hope, delight, and joy again.

Towards that end, I hope to be visiting my daughter soon. We will be soon welcoming a new grand daughter into the world. It's interesting to me, that when I lost my father in 2019, my grandson was born. Now that my childhood home is sold, a new grand daughter is arriving. There's sadness and joy, both at the same time. Life is complicated.
 
verbotenwhisky said:
Present.... I am here.....
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I'm definitely not used to drinking. One good shot of whiskey neat and I felt it. Woke up later in the night and had a headache. Been trying to hydrate, but I still feel the effects 24 hours later. It was a decent scotch and went down easy, but as they say, I'm out of practice. That's ok, it's not a skill I plan to refine. :drink: I seem to be the guy on the right.
 
WobblyHand said:
I'm definitely not used to drinking. One good shot of whiskey neat and I felt it. Woke up later in the night and had a headache. Been trying to hydrate, but I still feel the effects 24 hours later. It was a decent scotch and went down easy, but as they say, I'm out of practice. That's ok, it's not a skill I plan to refine. :drink: I seem to be the guy on the right.
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Yeah, its one I try to avoid.
 
I guess I was lucky. My Mom was in a nursing home with physical disability and advancing dementia and my Dad sold the house and moved into town so he didn't have to drive into town every day. My niece, my brother and I helped him move and took thing like clothing that he didn't want to the Salvation Army. Everything that remained on the property at the time of closing transferred to the new buyer. The property needed a new septic system but that became the responsibility of the new buyer as the property was sold "as'is".

My Dad also made and paid up front for all funeral arrangements for my Mom and himself. Regarding his bank accounts, he made arrangements with his bank that upon presentation of a death certificate, previously apportioned checks to his children would be issued. That left the relatively few personal belongings in his apartment and his car. My sister was the executor of the estate and we siblings agreed that she should have the car for her effort. In essence, my Dad was penniless when he died. He had also transferred all assets from my Mom to his name so she had none as well. All we had to do was show up for the funeral. My Mom followed him a month later, again with no hassle.
 
WobblyHand said:
I'm definitely not used to drinking. One good shot of whiskey neat and I felt it. Woke up later in the night and had a headache. Been trying to hydrate, but I still feel the effects 24 hours later. It was a decent scotch and went down easy, but as they say, I'm out of practice. That's ok, it's not a skill I plan to refine. :drink: I seem to be the guy on the right.
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Wish I had seen this earlier… would have celebrated with you… must have been a rollercoaster of mixed emotions…

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RJSakowski said:
I guess I was lucky. My Mom was in a nursing home with physical disability and advancing dementia and my Dad sold the house and moved into town so he didn't have to drive into town every day. My niece, my brother and I helped him move and took thing like clothing that he didn't want to the Salvation Army. Everything that remained on the property at the time of closing transferred to the new buyer. The property needed a new septic system but that became the responsibility of the new buyer as the property was sold "as'is".

My Dad also made and paid up front for all funeral arrangements for my Mom and himself. Regarding his bank accounts, he made arrangements with his bank that upon presentation of a death certificate, previously apportioned checks to his children would be issued. That left the relatively few personal belongings in his apartment and his car. My sister was the executor of the estate and we siblings agreed that she should have the car for her effort. In essence, my Dad was penniless when he died. He had also transferred all assets from my Mom to his name so she had none as well. All we had to do was show up for the funeral. My Mom followed him a month later, again with no hassle.
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My Mom was bamboozled into changing her will and trusts, by my father's colleague. In my opinion, it really was a case of elder abuse, but the guy was clever and covered his tracks. He used isolation, change out of keys, you name it, to get more control over her. I only found out about his treachery 6 months after my mother's death. My family got screwed, along with me. We are getting something, but it has been a colossal mess and cost the estate 6 figures in legal expenses. Today, that horrid man is getting paid off to get out of our lives. He had my mother put in no-contest clauses, meaning if we challenged and lost, we would lose everything. I had to convince my family to settle out of court, so we would get something. Half a loaf is better than none...

I've learned a lot in the process. I need to make some legal changes for myself to ensure that no matter what, my wishes for what happens can't be changed. It is only by a fluke that my father put in some words that said his trust could only benefit his family. I used that to shield his assets from the colleague turned scum. Unfortunately, I could not shield my mother's assets. So today has been tough in many ways... The scum bucket won, in a way. But my family gets to move on with life as well. Wish I could have done better for everyone, but I did the best I could do.
 
wachuko said:
Wish I had seen this earlier… would have celebrated with you… must have been a rollercoaster of mixed emotions…

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I haven't had a decent glass of wine or good beer in about 12 months. Been hunkered down with this $hit$torm for most of that time, no time to enjoy much of anything. I don't even have any beer in the house at all - which just isn't right. I'll have to fix that tomorrow.

Maybe I'll buy a car. Mine needs replacing. I was going to buy something, but I haven't had the time to do anything for myself since this sword was hanging over my head. My life was on hold for the last 9 months.
 
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