Queen of Wishful Thinking in Thirty-Six

So yet again the gods had decided we had not had enough at that point.

Yesterday morning the buyer called and said hey we are backing out of the deal because of the rain and the added damage to the roof. They came the day before to put a tarp on the roof.

This was day four of a ten day deal. We have no more time to do anything. We signed the paperwork monday afternoon.

So then they wanted to buy the mobile mini, for $3k. Those retail for $6k. Plus everything that Randy has updated on it. So fuck them.

We got a storage unit yesterday and moved some stuff into it. Some other guy came and looked at it, etc.

Then around 8pm the original buyer called and Randy was like wtf does this fool want. So he answered and he was like oh. Well thanks for letting me know.

Turns out that the auction Date had been moved to September 15th because of the extension of the eviction moratorium or something. So now we have a new month to get out.

Today I had to go to Walmart to get Dice’s insulin. When I got back MIL showed up and she brought lunch so we had that and then we got down to work. I attacked our bedroom closets. I threw all of our clothes into bags. Sorting out the stuff we normally wear to wash and that way we can have that here.

Got both the closets done. MIL packed up one table of sellable stuff and my dad emptied out the water damaged room. We’re gonna use that as a trash room and then hire someone to take all the trash to the dump sometime in the near future. People with trailers out here do dump runs all the time so we’ll be able to find someone easily.

I made dinner and we are and then MIL left. Dad’s working on the rest of the room (just a chest of drawers) and Randy is packing up some of his minis.

Tomorrow is another day.

Last updated November 01, 2021