We went by Dad's house on Saturday to see how it was doing. The back yard was about ready to bale. I was under the impression that my sibs were mowing it...
Anyway, we didn't have the stuff we needed for cleaning the yard so we went on about our business, and later I called the sibs and told them that we were having a yard cleaning and that they should come and get everything out of the house they wanted. This may have been the wrong thing to say...
My sister got two tables, a dryer, a recliner, the deep freeze and dibs on the window units. My bother and SIL got the washer, a table, a roll top desk and goodness knows what esle I may not find again... I told yall that my SIL got my mother's wedding ring and mother's ring, right? We made her return them so we could bury Mother with them...
I got some old photos and an apron that belonged to Mom. I really don't want anything more furniture. I also took a hammock frame. I have my own stuff. I don't need any more.
Anyway, SIL decides she wants the carport! Oh he77 to the no! You aren't digging it up, it belongs with the house. She then sent my brother, her long suffering husband, to tell me at the end of the day, that she wants her oldest son to buy the house. (The one that's been in prison three times?) I told my bro. what I was asking that he'd have to get a bank loan and put down twenty percent like everyone else. I guess he thought I'd do an owner finance thing, but again, he77 no. She's quit making payments after she moved it and I'm not messing with selling kinfolks anything.
I called the neighbor who wants to buy it, and actually has money and credit, and told him that we could close as soon as he wants, that I'm having the estate sale the second week of June.
I imagine I'll be doing this alone. Everyone has what they want out of the house.
My sister has yet to visit Dad since Mom's funeral in February. She lives fifteen minutes away...
I'm ready to get this off my plate. Dealing with sibs is getting the best of me. Vultures.
Oh, and Steve did all the yard work while my brother and BIL drank beer and hauled stuff off. Steve's a saint.
Anyway, we didn't have the stuff we needed for cleaning the yard so we went on about our business, and later I called the sibs and told them that we were having a yard cleaning and that they should come and get everything out of the house they wanted. This may have been the wrong thing to say...
My sister got two tables, a dryer, a recliner, the deep freeze and dibs on the window units. My bother and SIL got the washer, a table, a roll top desk and goodness knows what esle I may not find again... I told yall that my SIL got my mother's wedding ring and mother's ring, right? We made her return them so we could bury Mother with them...
I got some old photos and an apron that belonged to Mom. I really don't want anything more furniture. I also took a hammock frame. I have my own stuff. I don't need any more.
Anyway, SIL decides she wants the carport! Oh he77 to the no! You aren't digging it up, it belongs with the house. She then sent my brother, her long suffering husband, to tell me at the end of the day, that she wants her oldest son to buy the house. (The one that's been in prison three times?) I told my bro. what I was asking that he'd have to get a bank loan and put down twenty percent like everyone else. I guess he thought I'd do an owner finance thing, but again, he77 no. She's quit making payments after she moved it and I'm not messing with selling kinfolks anything.
I called the neighbor who wants to buy it, and actually has money and credit, and told him that we could close as soon as he wants, that I'm having the estate sale the second week of June.
I imagine I'll be doing this alone. Everyone has what they want out of the house.
My sister has yet to visit Dad since Mom's funeral in February. She lives fifteen minutes away...
I'm ready to get this off my plate. Dealing with sibs is getting the best of me. Vultures.
Oh, and Steve did all the yard work while my brother and BIL drank beer and hauled stuff off. Steve's a saint.