LJ finally made it home from his adventure....yea. We were literally busting ass to get out of that house. I had never done such a quick escrow before so wasn't prepared for just how fast it would fly by. One day confident, the next day wondering if we'd make it. It made a big difference having LJ home. Sure wish he would have been there the first 10 days, but it is what it is. And he will hear about it the rest of his living days.
One doesn't realize just how much crap one has after 40 years. And really that's what it is...crap. But you've gotta do something with it, so a lot of what we owned was given away or sent to charity or the dump. Of course two days after doing that there was the "hey, do you know where that doomaflochit is?" or "damn, wish I would have held on to that for a few days". Oh well... that what happens when you are under pressure.
Then the buyer wants to do her walk through, which was after she had signed the papers so seemed moot to me, but she's entitled to it. So while I wanted the place presentable, I also had a lot of stuff to get done. Fortunately she is very nice. She brought her entire family with her and a lovely basket from a local wine store. What a nice gesture. Her son in law is in the same profession we retired from so we had a nice chat. But after she left it was get to work! You only have three days!!!
So pack like maniacs we did. Again, we were saved by the help from our friends and neighbors. There was no time for my usual label this, label that. It was keep pile, charity pile, give away pile and throw away pile. While I had been working my ass off for two weeks, it seemed like we just weren't going to make it on time. LJ hadn't even touched his garage yet. OMG. YOU HAVEN"T TOUCHED THE GARAGE YET!! It's Sunday!! It closes tomorrow!
So we enlisted the help of our realtor/friend, Patty, and her husband, Alan, to help LJ get it done. Of course it's 105 that day. Why not. But they worked their collective butt off while I finished up what little was left inside. I had left the office intact until the last possible moment. No worries. House closes late on Monday so we will be fine.
Monday morning. Some final tear down of the office, cleaning and we are out of here. Should have no problem being done by noon. SON OF A BITCH!!!! I forgot to clean out the fridge!!!! Trying to clean, trying to clean out the fridge. Geez Louise. At least we have three more hours. I know we can do it. So I clean out the fridge, putting everything in my car. I have to run it over to the trailer so nothing spoils. That's going to take an hour. UGH. Okay, boys. It's your job to mop, vacuum and clean the bathrooms and all the counters. I am off to the trailer. Be back to help soon. WHY IS MY PHONE CONTINUALLY BUZZING. WHAAAAAAAAT? I pull over... omg... it's Patty, our realtor and very good friend. And I quote the text: "THE HOUSE CLOSED EARLY! It's no longer yours... GET OUT!! GET OUT NOW!" But we're not done cleaning!!!!! Doesn't matter... get out. R U F K M.... so I call the boys...pass along the message. They literally got out. Left behind my mops, brooms, probably the vacuum too, who the hell knows. All I know is a note was left with an apology and two bottles of wine, the note explaining why we left like we did. I hope she understands. I know I understand I'll never do a short escrow again.
In the midst of all of this, there's Scooter. Poor little guy. He has no clue why all of his stuff is being taken out of the house. He lost his big bed and room, so no looking out the window. He just looked so sad. and it's not like you can explain it to him. But...It's done. We are out. The money is in the bank. We survived. Now we just need to get the trailer ready to live in. This all would have been so much easier if the trailer and Lj would have been here from the beginning...(for the rest of his life)....but move forward we must. So I spend the rest of Monday and Tuesday morning trying to put things away that are stacked up in bins outside the trailer. We look like the Clampetts for heaven's sake. But.. I have planned three days of rest FOR ME at the Atlantis, so the hell with the stuff. It will wait. So at 11 am on Tuesday, I tell LJ I'm off for my 3 days (not ten days like he did) of rest and recovery. He needs to pretend I don't even exist. I am sleeping, going to the spa, gambling and drinking. Again..pretend I don't exist. So after running errands he insisted needed to be done, I made it to the hotel by 4...UGH. But I'm there. And I fall asleep immediately lol. I didn't really have a lot of time alone before HE calls because HE is hungry and wants to join ME for dinner. Apparently I exist. So we have a meal, chit chat a little then off I go to rest and recover. Kandi joins me the next day so we can have a girls weekend. And so does LJ.... ..... ....... he's hungry, so he wants to eat with us. Yep, contrary to popular belief, I exist.
For the next two days of rest and relaxation I am called every 15 minutes..do you know where this is. Can you tell me where to find that. Kandi is laughing her ass off as are all the people around us. My phone rings and the collective crowd chants.. IS THAT YOUR HUSBAND AGAIN?! hysterical laughter on their part. I'm trying not to kill him through the air waves. Then BAM..my time alone is over. Seems like it never started. Oh well. At least I wasn't packing or unpacking.
Patty says "And you two are going to live in a 350SF house for two years" hahahahahaha. Yes..we will be fine. We actually enjoy each others company...usually. And for those times we don't, there's always outside lol.
I guess the upside to all of this is we made it. We managed to get it done with help. We managed to make more money on the house than I ever thought we would. Being 100% debt free is now a reality, not just a dream. I actually enjoy the trailer. Took me 15 minutes to dust, vacuum, clean the bathrooms etc. I am finally relaxing, and so is LJ and Scooter. The three of us sit out in the evenings watching the stars, talking, waving at our transient neighbors. Saw a weed the other day. Didn't care. Not my problem to pick it lol.
We are truly living in the trailer. Everything we need is here. I have had the opportunity to go off and gamble whenever I want. That will change in 7 days when we leave Reno and head off to the north. Need to go to Idaho to get some minor repairs done on the trailer. Easier to go to the dealer than try to get a local place to do the warranty work. All you hear from them is..Did you buy it from us? If you did we will see you in a couple days. If not... next December...Asswipes. But, where else do we have to be.
We are free to be wherever we want to be. So we choose Idaho for the next couple weeks, then back to Reno for a week, then who knows. I know we will be in Utah for ATV riding sometime in September or October but don't know for sure when. Doesn't matter. I go where the trailer goes lol.
