Have I mentioned before that I'm pretty much never going to do this ever again? By "this" I mean selling one house and buying another. Now I know that other folks do this all the time, but for me, there are times when it is insanely stressful. Fortunately those times are few and far between.
In other, real (as opposed to simply stuff concocted in my head) news, there was an issue with a prior mortgage on the property I am selling, specifically a mortgage for which there was no record of a payoff...back in 1992. Yeah banking system! Anyway, it appears that, thanks to the work of my terrific attorney (which a research assist from yours truly), that issue is about to be resolved. Assuming the bank in question fesses up and admits to never filing the necessary paperwork 20+ years ago, I now have a clear path towards closing on this property. That creates a clear path to closing on the property that Ms Rivers and I are purchasing.
I'd take a moment to celebrate, but that moment could be used for other purposes, like cleaning and stuff.
Part of this equation is my youngest brother Joe moving to live with other brother Chris. With the mortgage mess almost settled, we are planning on making that change soon. My brother Chris is a good man for taking Joe in; whether the arrangement works out in the long term is open to debate, but kudos to the Albert Boys for taking care of each other.
(The Albert Boys, circa August 1970; from left: Chris, Steve, Rich & Joe)
As I may have mentioned before, another point of stress for me is what to do with JeanLuc Albert (my cat) during the days between closing on the existing property and the new property. Where I will be staying I don't have the option of bringing the Spudster* along, so he will need temporary lodging. I did some on-line checking and found three nice looking places for him...basically kitty resorts. Each place allows for visiting hours, but I don't think I could bring myself to visiting him and then leaving. Call me a big softee, but that cat means a lot to me, and it's hard enough dropping him off for a week.
In very sad cat news, my late mother had a cat, Sarah, who is both very elderly (about 19) and sickly. She has also not done well since my mother passed away and has lost a ton of weight. My youngest brother has been taking care of Sarah over the past few months, but he can't bring her along with him to my brother Chris' house (Chris already has 4 cats). My older brother Rich already also has a plethora of pets. As for me, I have JeanLuc, who will eventually be joined by the cat of Ms Rivers, Tiger. We're worried that Tiger will not acclimate well to JeanLuc, as he (Tiger) previously had a very poor living experience with another cat years ago, so we have our work cut out for us in just getting the two cats to live well together. Fortunately, JeanLuc really likes other cats, so I'm hoping that with some thoughtful transition work, we can get JeanLuc and Tiger to like (or at least tolerate) each other. However...and getting back to Sarah...she's just too old for this kind of change, and I'm afraid that any kind of move will add emotional stress to her physical pain. While I strongly dislike the notion of having Sarah put to sleep, I don't know that there are many other open to us.
Feline heartbreak aside, I also still have a lot to move in order to make the residence switch work. I also need to rent an additional storage unit to temporarily store my bed, desk and a few other things (including power equipment) during the intervening week. Oh, and have I mentioned that I'll be doing almost all of the moving work myself?
Living the sporty life...
(*) For the record, I have about a dozen different names for my cat. It's important that every cat have multiple names. Anyway, the names include his "formal" name of JeanLuc, as well as JLA, Spud, Spudster, Spudinator, BigGuy, General Sterling Price, Friend...and the list goes on. No wonder he barely knows his own name.