Another Closing Snag
Thursday, July 11th, 2024 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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72F and partly cloudy this morning.
I slept well, had a good dream, and then after the coffee was done, went outside for a smoke, before checking my mail box.
It was nice to just sit on a bench and watch people go up and down the sidewalk with their dogs and whatnot.
I'm thinking this morning, that if I'm serious about buying the house back, I've got to try and salvage what I can this weekend.
Because I'd be starting over in an empty house with nothing but what's here in the studio.
But the van and the storage unit can only hold so much.
So I'm thinking I should try to save all the blinds, because they're expensive, and the yard lights and cameras... all of which are small and easy to store.
I should save the lawn mower, because that's essential, and also the little kitchen table I was gonna bring here... and the rug in the living room that matches the one I brought here.
I think that's about all I can save.
Still, starting over from nearly zero wouldn't be so bad.
I'd have to do that at any house I bought.
And I think one of the issues with the house was that it was so full of Dad & Mom's energy... all their stuff... all the weird stuff they did to it, or didn't do to it... 60+ years of their negative vibes in the walls.
It was technically my house, but in practical terms, it was still theirs.
Obviously, it was their bank that forced me out, but I think their, spirits, if you will... did not want to let go.
I had the feeling at times, out in that back yard, that they disapproved of me tearing down their haunted landmarks, and dying trees... and also disapproved of the fire pit.
But what's about to happen inside that place over the next couple months is a pretty thorough exorcism, the likes of which I could never have done by myself.
I stopped at the house before work to leave food for Prowly, and yesterdays's food was all gone.
I also verified on Google Maps that driving past the house to get to the tower is the same drive time as the two other possible routes, so... I'm gonna keep driving past it, back and forth over the next two months, in the hopes that Prowly recognizes the sound of it... as they say animals can... and knows I'm still around as the place is being renovated.
But in other news, the mobile notary was cancelled again, for the second time this week.
I was gonna sign the closing papers tomorrow, and then Taylor's people would sign after the City Transfer Stamp came through next week.
But NOW... tomorrow I'm going over to a lawyer on Lake Street (thankfully only a mile from here) to sign a different document, to take care of an issue somebody found with the TODI at the last second.
When I had Dad sign the TODI, on his death bed, we had a mobile notary and her sister in his room, and the two signed as the two witnesses... and then the one notarized it.
But apparently... the notary is not allowed to also be one of the witnesses!
Luckily it's an easy fix, with the document I'll be signing tomorrow... some kind of affidavit of heirship or something?
But it does delay the closing a bit... cuz it has to be registered and processed, etc.
Mr. Taylor's got a pretty crack team though... because it was somebody on their side that caught it when Title should've caught it.
And he explained it to me like, It was one of those situations where you have to ask who's the idiot?.. Somebody at the title company we trust?.. Or this person in the room here who thinks this is a problem?
But everybody else missed it too... from the notary herself, to BMO, to my first lawyer, Tom, to everybody involved in last year's failed refinance, to this title company!
What bothered me a little more was a thing Taylor said in passing, that one of the other things they're waiting on is a form from BMO's Loss Mitigation department, officially vacating the foreclosure, so it can't go on my record.
Taylor acted like that was not a big deal... like they'd forgotten to do it and just had to be reminded.
But I felt like... no, BMO purposely tried to skip that step to fuck me!
[it would've peventend me from being able to buy the house back, among other things.]
But again... Mr. Taylor's got a crack team!
Taylor also told me that the first thing that'll happen after closing is his guys will bring a big dumpster to the site!
He said the workmen are allowed to take home whatever they find that they like, but everything else goes into the dumpster!
No estate sale!
And the dumpster is also for all the demolition debris... and they are going to be gutting the walls and the ceilings of the plaster and lath!
So, talk about an exorcism!.. I love it!
I do imagine a lot of that furniture will find new homes.
I guarantee you all these guys are scavengers and will take anything they think they can sell!.. which would include the cedar chest, two dressers, three desks... my acoutsit electric bass guitar... all the electrical supply shit I left in the basement along with the steel shelves... my wood chipper for sure... the list goes on!
They'll no doubt take the fridge, stove, and washer dryer stack unit, which all work fine, but are antiquated, for example... and my two air conditioners.
What they'll throw away is the shit furniture, the shit in the kitchen cabinets, the kitchen table (but maybe not the chairs), the garbage shower stalls.
But I still just love the idea of Mom & Dad's ghosts watching in horror as these strangers essentially steal all their good shit, and then just throw out the rest and start gutting the whole fucking house!
Like... if they were like, Pat's not Catholic or conservative so he doesn't deserve the house! He gave away Barb's prized organ and china cabinet for free!.. and built a fire pit we don't approve of!
Then they'll REALLY be, afterlife-shitting themselves about what the guys I sold their house to are gonna do!
And meanwhile, John Henry's saurkraut crock's gonna be safe here with me in the tower.
Speaking of the tower, I finally got the lock box, along with the red bedsheets and pillowcases I'd ordered, and the can of WD40 for the bathroom vent louvers, tonight.
My strategy for the weekend is to save as much of my shit as I can by either cramming it into storage, or into my van, for two months.
Because if it can't come back into the house with me... then I can always sell it.
But I will be sacrificing the queen... mattress.
It's too much of an ass pain to get down the stairs, much less rope to the top of the van and try to cram into the storage unit.
Even the cat climber... I'll save if I can.
I dunno if I'll run into Prowly or not while i'm there.
But if I do, I'll try to communicate to him that I'm coming back in October if I can.
I was sitting in my car on a smoke break today watching a baby bunny in the grass just frolcking about, apparently playing with two little birds!
And in my state of mind, I was like, Prowly will have plenty of game to kill over the summer.
But our encounter on Monday remains etched in my mind as being a crystal clear communication from him... No, I do not want to go with you! I want to stay on my turf!
And I'm gonna respect it.
The food will keep coming until the day the dumpster arrives... which should be warning enough for him to split, if he's in the house.
And I'm guessing they'll block those cat doors on day one.
I don't doubt he'll keep tabs on the action, from his distance... and inspect the property from the outside by dark of night.
He'll get it, I think... that something big was coming, and that's why I had to give Yvette away, and move out... and tried to catch him and bring him with me.
And I think he also gets that I'm not far away.
So if I do drive by every day and night, or maybe stop to take photos... and if he picks up on that from wherever he's hiding... then perhaps he'll get that I mean to return when the big shit storm is over.
But even if he doesn't think I'm returning, he's not leaving that neighborhood, and he's gonna stay close to that house to see what happens when things settle down.
If I come back... he'll know it!.. and he'll approach me, and want back inside!
If it's only a summer... we'll pick it up where we left off in June, before I moved.
If I can't get back in October, and it's some new family who moves in... then I think he'll either try to cozy up to them, or find some other humans to adopt.
If I can buy the house back this year... it'll be the incredible tale of how... in the same calendar year of 2024, I both lost, and regained the house.
I both moved out of, and back into it.
And in the process of doing so... I managed to get it renovated from stem to stern!
And Mom & Dad's ghosts will be absolutely flabberghasted!
But if I can't by the house back this year... the most likely path is that I'll remain in this studio flat for a few years, before upgrading to a 1BR in this same building.
And I'll get used to this life, and I'll eventually get a new cat.
And I definitely won't forget about that house, or about Prowly... because of all we went through... and knowing it's fixed up, and he's still out there in that neighborhood.
But whether or not I buy it back down the road... will depend on how happy I am in the new life.
I am the kind of guy who really needs to revisit shit!
I'm revisiting the Allerton Tower experience right now!
And I'm working on an album that revisits songs I wrote 30 years ago!
I do have a strong drive to revisit places and things from the past, and try to properly love and improve them again in ways I couldn't at the time.
So... we'll just see!
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