To back up, we arrived down there a week and a half ago to find NOTHING changed from when we had left over a month before, but she was gone. So, since she had said she had an agreement with Scott, who owns the garage next door, to put her stuff in there, we (me, Andrew, Kash, and Scott) packed up everything and put it into the garage. It took two days, and completely filled a two-car garage. This major operation left us short on time for getting MY stuff sorted and packed. We had to head back Sunday evening late. I drove, and we arrived back at 1 am.
And apparently, this understanding that M had with the guy with the garage was one-sided, because he gave her until the weekend to get her stuff out of his garage, or he would have it hauled away, according to the realtor. I understand she pulled stuff out with a truck, over the weekend. More details I won't go into.
Because of the inspection coming on Friday, we had to head back Wednesday evening, taking a day off work to do so. We went from 6 am until we finished (around midnight) with just me and Andrew, packing up everything (still finding hidden hoards of M's stuff, I might add). We packed what we could in the trailer and pickup, and put the rest into the basement. (This looks like one more trip.) We also paid $250 for a local guy to haul the rest of the junk to the dump. We then cleaned the place, mopping and scrubbing floors and counters. We finished at midnight, and I drove us back to the Bay Area. Andrew slept while I drove. I seem to have a way of being able to drill down into the physical reserves when I need to, as I was pretty alert.
After arriving home at just after 3 am, I fell into bed for 3 hours, and then it was off for a full day of work on Friday. We managed to unpack part of the truck stuff between storming, on Saturday, but the majority of what came back is still in the trailer, which is bundled under a tarp until the rain stops. I figure maybe tomorrow after work, or maybe Wednesday.
I slept until 9:30 Saturday morning, and was asleep by 8 pm. Sunday, after a warm bath, I passed out by 9. Fortunately, I got a lot of my writing assignments (money) done by then. Yeah, it's $9/hr, but it's money.
We go back after Thanksgiving. There is one more round of hauling, disposing of the washer/drier and the old Wedgewood stove that was my mother's. And any of M's stuff she left in the garage.
I do worry that the deal still may not go through. What if the buyer backs out? I owe my in-laws about $5000 in expenses for this operation. Taxes on both houses are coming due in a couple weeks. I have a mortgage payment coming due. My jewelery is at the pawn shop, and my temp job ends, this week. And there is no money left, at all. Nada.
Ah, life in the Great Recession. Still, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. And I have a lot of stuff that is good for yard sales, once I sort it out. (I didn't sort anything in pulling it out, just packaged it and put it into storage.) In a couple weeks, I'll know. If it doesn't work out, I'll figure out from there. As Scarlett O'Hara said at the end of "Gone With the Wind," "I'll think about it tomorrow. Because tomorrow is another day."