Spending the night with SteveTheLawyer
Oct. 24th, 2022 08:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisLast night - 8 pm my time, 10pm his time SteveTheLawyer sends a group text to me and SamTheFriend. We finally convinced him last week to sell the house for $90,000 as is for cash. It was not an easy convince but we did it and he signed the papers. Closing on or before November 8. Finally.
"As is" however, does not mean full of junk so finally, after all these months, SteveTheLawyer has a dumpster coming tomorrow and a plan to scoop out the house.
So, he decided to spend this weekend going through it... again.
Sam and I both have urged him repeatedly just to get it done. We don't want the shit. We don't care if some of it might be marginally valuable. Sam has been in the house and he says if there is anything in there that was once worth something, it sure isn't now.
But nothing either of us can say turns old SteveTheLawyer away from his mission.
And, this weekend, in digging into desk drawers, under a bunch of stuff, he found an envelope box.
And... inside that box...
$6,389
So yeah but now there is no stopping him.
He switched from group chat to only me and said he'd found things he wanted to send me. I have told him a million times that I want nothing. I have not one single sentimental bone in my body. I have too much shit now. I don't want more shit. But, he has not heard me one time. and has no intention of ever hearing me.
Finally an hour into his texting me photos of crap and asking about it all and requiring my attention to answer - lather, rinse, repeat. I told him that as long as it was small stuff that would not cost too much to ship, to send it to me and I'd figure out what to do with it when it got here.
That only fueled him. More photos - photos of photos. With lags in between. About the time I'd start watching TV again or reading my book, here would come another one requiring another response.
It was not productive. It was not fun. And I am sure he's billing out all of this annoyance at nice lawyerly rates.
At least now we have $6,389 to pay him!
He said he found several locked trunks in the garage that he's going to tackle today before it all goes into the dumpster so there will be more to come.
At least there is now a hard stop to his digging for shit and we can get onto finishing up the rest of the estate.
This is sweet but do I want it? Nope.
And there is the death certificate for Bill's uncle (the brother of his father - Bill's mother was my father's sister) - who died after he was shot in the head "by an assailant" in his home in 1973. I vaguely remember hearing about this but don't remember details.
And there was a photo that I actually have a copy of somewhere of our grandparents, my Dad and my brother at my grandfather's retirement party. I remember being so pissed that I didn't get to go to that party. It dawned on me last night that the little boy in that photo - my baby brother -bill_schubert - is now older than my retiring grandfather was then.
"As is" however, does not mean full of junk so finally, after all these months, SteveTheLawyer has a dumpster coming tomorrow and a plan to scoop out the house.
So, he decided to spend this weekend going through it... again.
Sam and I both have urged him repeatedly just to get it done. We don't want the shit. We don't care if some of it might be marginally valuable. Sam has been in the house and he says if there is anything in there that was once worth something, it sure isn't now.
But nothing either of us can say turns old SteveTheLawyer away from his mission.
And, this weekend, in digging into desk drawers, under a bunch of stuff, he found an envelope box.
And... inside that box...
$6,389
So yeah but now there is no stopping him.
He switched from group chat to only me and said he'd found things he wanted to send me. I have told him a million times that I want nothing. I have not one single sentimental bone in my body. I have too much shit now. I don't want more shit. But, he has not heard me one time. and has no intention of ever hearing me.
Finally an hour into his texting me photos of crap and asking about it all and requiring my attention to answer - lather, rinse, repeat. I told him that as long as it was small stuff that would not cost too much to ship, to send it to me and I'd figure out what to do with it when it got here.
That only fueled him. More photos - photos of photos. With lags in between. About the time I'd start watching TV again or reading my book, here would come another one requiring another response.
It was not productive. It was not fun. And I am sure he's billing out all of this annoyance at nice lawyerly rates.
At least now we have $6,389 to pay him!
He said he found several locked trunks in the garage that he's going to tackle today before it all goes into the dumpster so there will be more to come.
At least there is now a hard stop to his digging for shit and we can get onto finishing up the rest of the estate.
This is sweet but do I want it? Nope.
And there is the death certificate for Bill's uncle (the brother of his father - Bill's mother was my father's sister) - who died after he was shot in the head "by an assailant" in his home in 1973. I vaguely remember hearing about this but don't remember details.
And there was a photo that I actually have a copy of somewhere of our grandparents, my Dad and my brother at my grandfather's retirement party. I remember being so pissed that I didn't get to go to that party. It dawned on me last night that the little boy in that photo - my baby brother -
bill_schubert - is now older than my retiring grandfather was then.
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Date: 2022-10-24 04:19 pm (UTC)It also makes me think of how no-one will want my "treasures." Of course, when I'm dead I won't care. :-)
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Date: 2022-10-25 04:06 am (UTC)My nana was dependent on her kids to take her "out" - she didn't drive, and got to the point where she couldn't deal with buses. So anytime she was out and they stopped at a bank - she would taken money out - because she didn't know when she would be back at the bank - and then she hid it all over the house and wouldn't remember where it was :D
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Date: 2022-10-25 09:27 pm (UTC)Wow! Yeah the whole 'leaving no stone unturned' task. Because money could be anywhere. I've not only heard stories but even my mom told me that I need to meticulously go through everything when the time comes because she found a random $5 in an old envelope. She's already told me that she has a collection of quarters in a bag in the closet somewhere.
My mom has these earrings [clip-ons] sitting on her dresser under a bunch of dust that look like cheap costume jewelry to me but she insists they have to be worth something because she's watched the Antiques Roadshow on PBS. I don't have the time or inclination to deal with any of that. Enter the guilt. I can't stress enough the monumental task it's going to be for me. I loathe such things & have no patience for tedium. But I do have an obligation to preserve some family history, so I will have to be careful what I'm throwing away. It sure would be easier if I lived nearby & didn't have to travel. Such is life.
Anyway, I appreciate you sharing these entries with your readers. I find them helpful & encouraging.
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Date: 2022-10-25 09:37 pm (UTC)I understand and do not envy your clip on earring collection.