Well.... I guess you can't exactly call it 'playing hookie' as I am going with Wendell today for his court appointed doctor visits. He is not too happy about either of them. The judge had copies of all his medical records for his social security but still wanted a second opinion and a visit with a forensic psychiatrist. I keep telling him not to go in there with an attitude but he is a very stubborn man. Keep your fingers crossed for me! *laughing*
The good thing about the visits today is one of them is close to the Salvation Army. I am hoping for a chance to run in there and see what I can find. I may talk to them about the three large boxes of clothing I have from the house. I would rather give it to them than just dumping them.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Moving along... We have been having several issues with the realtor on the selling of our farm. We are losing the farm... not proud of it but we do not feel that it is right to be treated the way we have been by the inspectors, etc. We know we do not have the right to consider the place still ours yet we do feel like we deserve a little respect.
Two weeks ago, our mortgage holder (CitiMortgage) accepted the offer from the buyer. The buyer's bank wanted to do an appraisal and inspection. We understood and agreed that they should even though we are doing a short-sale 'as is'. We came home on the Wednesday that the inspectors both came and boy did my husband blow up!
First thing we notice when we walk into the house is that the livingroom light is left on, and my coffee table is in the center of the room. There is 'crap' from the hole in the ceiling everywhere! On the coffee table, the floor and my couch!
We head to the kitchen to notice that my microwave has been unplugged. Ok... no big deal but upon looking down the hall, we see that the storage closet where I keep all my bedding, extra towels, etc. is left wide open and the cats have had access to it for who knows how long.
I go into our bedroom to find that my alarm clock that sits on my beside table has been unplugged and left that way. Then I hear a roar come from Wendell as he is in the diningroom. We have french doors in there and if they are not kept locked, the wind can blow them open. Well, the high that day is 45 degrees and the doors are wide open. My house is unlocked basically and welcoming anyone to walk right in! Of course the furnace is running non-stop. We were so upset.
I immediately called the realtor to tell her about the situation and ask for the inspectors names. She wouldn't give them to me. She apologized and promised to talk to them. I emailed her the next morning to ask for the names again and she didn't want to give them to me and basically told me to 'let it go'. Did I really want to cause trouble for the inspectors that were going to be coming back? I was fuming but basically understood what she was getting at but still think it was extremely unprofessional. Heck.... had me wondering what else they were rummaging through. Then two days later, Wendell went downstairs to get fish for supper only to discover that my freezer had been unplugged too! Thank God it was full and it didn't defrost. I informed the realtor of this too but never got a response.
She calls us last week to tell us that we will be having a couple guys come down to do soil samples for a septic system as the buyers bank won't go for the property without one. (We have a field system here in the boonies) Well... we come home yesterday and there are four holes dug on the property and this is what we find.
This was an apple tree before someone apparently backed over it! There is a pear tree about 8 feet behind it and half of it was broken off too!
Here is one of the fence post to the goat pasture that was bent and knocked out about 5 feet! I wonder what the buyer will think of the treatment her future property is getting.
I will be so happy when the stress of all this is over with. I am having an extremely hard time of 'dealing with it' and 'letting things go'. Just because we are losing our home doesn't give these people to treat us like they have been.
I am sorry for the rant. It was not my intention but I have had to bottle it up for the past two weeks and the italian in me could stand it no longer! I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday. Its suppose to reach the mid-seventies here! Come on Spring!!!