There will be waiting
Sep. 18th, 2023 07:51 amThis morning I finally figured out one of the two big financial pickles. I now have a great and easy plan. The other financial pickle = what if the house doesn't sell quickly enough. I'm hoping to get some insight into that tomorrow.
And then it will be waiting. Waiting for someone to die or move to assisted care. You know that the marketing folks at Timber Ridge have a spreadsheet... Ethel wasn't looking too perky last week, Jim's blood pressure has been really high recently, that 3rd heart attack is coming after Debbie any minute... with percentages - gone before December - 75%. I mean they have to, right?
If Ethel is in my preferred apartment and kicks today, her family has a month to empty out her apartment. I don't know if I get to look and make my selection before then but say no. That means mid-October. Say, it's perfect and I say yes, then it will be, they say, 90 days +/- before I can move in. Part of that will be busy with furniture buying and decorating but still, that takes me to mid-January. And then what if it snows that day and I have to wait some more????
This is the loop that my brain is in now. I want to ping Ethel and see how she's feeling.
But now I want to get this house sorted. I want all the stuff I'm going to take with me moved into the bedroom closets or on a list or marked with tape. And then everything else can be bunched together for removal - now or later.
Once all that is done, I'll be in a better mind frame to wait for Ethel to do her part.
At least I have a plan and I'm marching that plan.
Meanwhile, Julio has forgiven me. He hopped up this morning for breakfast and got very near my hands without worrying about it. Whew. I told him he does not have to wear a collar if he doesn't want to. Ever. That may be a lie but works for now.
And then it will be waiting. Waiting for someone to die or move to assisted care. You know that the marketing folks at Timber Ridge have a spreadsheet... Ethel wasn't looking too perky last week, Jim's blood pressure has been really high recently, that 3rd heart attack is coming after Debbie any minute... with percentages - gone before December - 75%. I mean they have to, right?
If Ethel is in my preferred apartment and kicks today, her family has a month to empty out her apartment. I don't know if I get to look and make my selection before then but say no. That means mid-October. Say, it's perfect and I say yes, then it will be, they say, 90 days +/- before I can move in. Part of that will be busy with furniture buying and decorating but still, that takes me to mid-January. And then what if it snows that day and I have to wait some more????
This is the loop that my brain is in now. I want to ping Ethel and see how she's feeling.
But now I want to get this house sorted. I want all the stuff I'm going to take with me moved into the bedroom closets or on a list or marked with tape. And then everything else can be bunched together for removal - now or later.
Once all that is done, I'll be in a better mind frame to wait for Ethel to do her part.
At least I have a plan and I'm marching that plan.
Meanwhile, Julio has forgiven me. He hopped up this morning for breakfast and got very near my hands without worrying about it. Whew. I told him he does not have to wear a collar if he doesn't want to. Ever. That may be a lie but works for now.

