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It's been a busy and tiring weekend, and I should get to bed as soon as I finish this post. I haven't really been keeping up on things online, so I hope you all are well...?
Yesterday I had to meet new people - the lawyer, Howard, who I've been working with over the phone and through email around getting my mother's estate in order, and David, the guy who's been living in my mother's house since around 2003. I hate meeting people, and riding in the car with the lawyer and trying to make conversation was exhausting and made me nervy (is the word 'ennervating'?). Seeing David was... depressing. And David was nervous about meeting us, too - he called me the night before (I don't know how he even got my number) to let me know how nervous he was. I said I completely understood! And put on the soothing voice that probably sounds just like my Mom.
But the whole thing is incredibly depressing because I think he hasn't got the wherewithall, mentally and financially, to buy the house. He says he's been to several banks, back when he first wanted to buy the house from my mother, and nobody would give him a loan. They said the place was uninsurable because part of it doesn't have a proper foundation, just pilings. And that it had a dug well. Which doesn't seem like it makes any sense, if the water's good and it never goes dry.
He's thin and scruffy and obviously has some social and mental problems, and I'm afraid that might be why banks don't want to give him a loan. I don't know what his situation is financially. I don't expect he has a real job, he doesn't seem the sort who would be kept around unless by someone who wanted to take care of him. I really and honestly just want to sign the house over to David. I don't want to displace him, he's been there for eleven years or more, his mother died a few months ago, he also has lost my mother, who was his good friend, and his father is suffering from Alzheimer's and is going into a home. The house is full of antiques (and rather nice things, much of it) he's collected from his parent's house. He has a cat. He's my mother's friend and he's been taking care of the house as well as he could. (It needs a new roof and I don't know if he can do that by himself.) I don't want to have him kicked out of the house. But I also need to pay the lawyer, Howard.
Today, as the rest of most of the week, we shovelled a lot of snow. But today we also made some sled runs and had a bit of fun with that. :) I actually think building them is the most fun. I hope to try the really steep run tomorrow after work.
Okay, right, I'm exhausted (and depressed) and need to sleep.
And because I'm reading humble's posts on Facebook every day I end up reading his newspaper columns, too...
The humble Farmer: Every generation of young Americans manages to be ‘the dumbest’ - Go read your diary for the year you were 19 and you'll wonder how you ever lived to be 20.
Yesterday I had to meet new people - the lawyer, Howard, who I've been working with over the phone and through email around getting my mother's estate in order, and David, the guy who's been living in my mother's house since around 2003. I hate meeting people, and riding in the car with the lawyer and trying to make conversation was exhausting and made me nervy (is the word 'ennervating'?). Seeing David was... depressing. And David was nervous about meeting us, too - he called me the night before (I don't know how he even got my number) to let me know how nervous he was. I said I completely understood! And put on the soothing voice that probably sounds just like my Mom.
But the whole thing is incredibly depressing because I think he hasn't got the wherewithall, mentally and financially, to buy the house. He says he's been to several banks, back when he first wanted to buy the house from my mother, and nobody would give him a loan. They said the place was uninsurable because part of it doesn't have a proper foundation, just pilings. And that it had a dug well. Which doesn't seem like it makes any sense, if the water's good and it never goes dry.
He's thin and scruffy and obviously has some social and mental problems, and I'm afraid that might be why banks don't want to give him a loan. I don't know what his situation is financially. I don't expect he has a real job, he doesn't seem the sort who would be kept around unless by someone who wanted to take care of him. I really and honestly just want to sign the house over to David. I don't want to displace him, he's been there for eleven years or more, his mother died a few months ago, he also has lost my mother, who was his good friend, and his father is suffering from Alzheimer's and is going into a home. The house is full of antiques (and rather nice things, much of it) he's collected from his parent's house. He has a cat. He's my mother's friend and he's been taking care of the house as well as he could. (It needs a new roof and I don't know if he can do that by himself.) I don't want to have him kicked out of the house. But I also need to pay the lawyer, Howard.
Today, as the rest of most of the week, we shovelled a lot of snow. But today we also made some sled runs and had a bit of fun with that. :) I actually think building them is the most fun. I hope to try the really steep run tomorrow after work.
Okay, right, I'm exhausted (and depressed) and need to sleep.
And because I'm reading humble's posts on Facebook every day I end up reading his newspaper columns, too...
The humble Farmer: Every generation of young Americans manages to be ‘the dumbest’ - Go read your diary for the year you were 19 and you'll wonder how you ever lived to be 20.