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sabotloursNo. This is not a post about the new Netflix movie which, if you're a furry, you should definitely check out since it's a trilogy of tales with 2 being anthropomorphic. The animation style is very "Fantastic Mr Fox" or "Isle of Dogs." But I digress.
I mentioned a few days ago that my Mom willed her house to her 2 brothers. One brother died last year meaning her other brother would get the whole thing. Fine with me. I have also mentioned that there is really nothing of value in the house, just a lot of old furniture, clothes, and household items. It would be nice, however, to go through the place one last time and put things into 4 categories; toss, keep, donate, give to family. That task is set to take place next month.
I started to get really paranoid the other day about stupid things. What if the garage door picked up a stray signal and opened on its own?!? Oh no! Even though the only thing in the garage are a bunch of old garden tools. Is the timer set in the house to make it looked lived-in? The temperature was forecast to fall below 0. Would the pipes be OK? What if they burst?!?
And then a calm washed over me. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered any more. If something happened...it happened. And since Mom willed the house to my uncle, it was no longer my house, nor my worry. If a pipe burst, he would have to call the plumber. He would have to call the insurance company. Legally the house was his. I no longer had a dog in the fight. Not my circus...not my monkeys. I always had a fear that something major would go wrong while Mom was still in the house. Then there would be an urgency to keep the house livable and get it taken care of in a timely manner. Not any more. If the house suffered thousands of dollars in damage, the law says it's not my house. And yes, I will be talking with my financial planner's legal department to get the will executed as quickly as possible. And you know, last night I had one of the more restful sleeps I've had in quite some time with this knowledge in the back of my mind.
I mentioned a few days ago that my Mom willed her house to her 2 brothers. One brother died last year meaning her other brother would get the whole thing. Fine with me. I have also mentioned that there is really nothing of value in the house, just a lot of old furniture, clothes, and household items. It would be nice, however, to go through the place one last time and put things into 4 categories; toss, keep, donate, give to family. That task is set to take place next month.
I started to get really paranoid the other day about stupid things. What if the garage door picked up a stray signal and opened on its own?!? Oh no! Even though the only thing in the garage are a bunch of old garden tools. Is the timer set in the house to make it looked lived-in? The temperature was forecast to fall below 0. Would the pipes be OK? What if they burst?!?
And then a calm washed over me. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered any more. If something happened...it happened. And since Mom willed the house to my uncle, it was no longer my house, nor my worry. If a pipe burst, he would have to call the plumber. He would have to call the insurance company. Legally the house was his. I no longer had a dog in the fight. Not my circus...not my monkeys. I always had a fear that something major would go wrong while Mom was still in the house. Then there would be an urgency to keep the house livable and get it taken care of in a timely manner. Not any more. If the house suffered thousands of dollars in damage, the law says it's not my house. And yes, I will be talking with my financial planner's legal department to get the will executed as quickly as possible. And you know, last night I had one of the more restful sleeps I've had in quite some time with this knowledge in the back of my mind.
