I may have to get a small loan to get this thing
pushed through on schedule – Oregon does not allow for monies from a house
sale to go directly towards buying a house in Oregon: it isn’t
immediately transferable. WTF? Here, in Washington, I can take the
money I get from the sale of this house and put it immediately towards the
purchase of another home – which we have done 3 times in the past 20 years with
no hassle.
There has GOT TO BE A WAY to get
around that nonsense … and I am going to find it. Shay will be coming over tomorrow – I’ll ask her to explain it clearly.
I don’t mind getting a small loan if the payoff stays within my monthly budget
plan – it builds my credit status. But I do not understand WHY the money
I gain from the sale of my house here cannot be transferred to the purchase
of a house there – that is ridiculous!
I want to own rather than rent: for several
reasons. But the biggest reason is that Bob worked hard for the monies we
sunk into all our homes; this is the only home where we ever lost $$$$$$ on
– but we knew that going in. We bought it outright and had enough to
remodel it to fit our needs … and we knew that because this is a mobile home
instead of a “stick-built home”, we would never recoup the monies or the
upscaled value we put into it. We were okay with that: we weren’t planning on
moving again.
We just never figured on Bob dying
only months after moving in here. I, honest-to-God
expected to go Home before Bob. Even when the ER doctors (first
admittance to ER in August 2018) were telling us he was dying, I remember
saying, “How? WHY? I am the one with serious health issues (heart
arrythmia, angina, and asthma: deadly physical faults) How can Bob be
dying when he’s healthier than I am?” But we didn’t know that his
body had been dealing with a serious and deadly issue – Bob never felt the
pain associated with the medical issue that Ron Cook & Candy Scott’s
insanity stresses provoked into a raging firestorm that could not/would not be
controlled – Bob had an exceptionally high tolerance for pain, and he truly did
not feel the pain he should have been feeling when his body passed that gall
stone that ended up infecting his body, and was eventually catapulted out of
control by the stressors of the 2 evil twins here at Heron Pointe.
Add to those stresses, the judgmental stresses
added by my sister, Ramona & her husband, David who last September
& October refused to LISTEN AND HEAR US. They were focused on taking us to
task over medical help … even though Bob even made it very clear that
things had gone past that; seriously past that: Bob WAS getting medical
help, but he needed a miracle: he needed the support of Christians and the
peace their prayers give in troublesome times; Bob was at peace
concerning his physical death if that was Elohim’s decision during that
entire ordeal. Death seriously scares Ramona, and she has placed medical
doctors above God; that is why she was so snarky with us. They claim to be
Christians – David even claims he is a pastor: yet, they refused to HEAR what
was being said, and instead got very judgmental and at one point, Ramona even
accused me of wanting to kill my husband by standing BY HIS DECISIONS and
trusting IN ELOHIM … and she went behind my back to ask him, “is this your
decision, or Val’s?”. That angered Bob, and he set her straight pronto;
just like he did his mother and sisters. And that anger further aggravated
the situation. In which case, it is safe to state that the bullshit
Ramona pulled, helped kill my husband by the stress it induced: which
kinda puts her in the same ball park as Ron & Candy. MPO. And yu’all
KNOW how I feel about Ron and Candy. If Ramona & David were truly
Christians, they would have stood with us instead of undermining us at every
turn. Plus, they both flat-out-bold-faced-lied to us last October
before Bob went into the hospital never to come out alive again (don’t ask –
I won’t tell. Elohim heard, and HE WILL SETTLE the account. It was serious,
very serious) and tried to backtrack their words when they got caught; I
finally just sent them packing and told them never to come back. I have,
over the years, put up with a lot from Ramona because she is my sister … but
she topped herself in October of last year (and that’s saying a LOT); I am d.o.n.e.
Their actions and attitude was anything BUT Christian in nature and
follow-through. It was, however, typical of them.
Anyway.
Back to the present …
Bob worked hard all his life, for the monies we
sunk into our homes – this one being the last we purchased together; and the
only one I am selling solo. I want to buy another home rather than rent: I
want that money from the sale of this house to go towards being Bob’s legacy and
passed, eventually, to his grandchildren: owning property is a great value,
provided it is maintained properly. I can do that. As long as the loan
payments stay relatively close (maybe a small jump up) to what I am
paying in rent here now, I can swing it. And, if I join Bob beyond the clouds
before it is fully paid off, the kids will be able to sell my new home and
carry forward with their lives, breathing a little easier. That will be Bob’s
legacy to them – help from beyond ;-) Renting would just throw his monies
away, enriching strangers instead of propelling his immediate family
forward with ease. I want to use Bob’s monies effectively and wisely.
The kids there are scouting out places they know
will fit my living circumstances and personality. And Shay is doing all she can
from up here, to make this transition as easy as possible for me with as
little snafus as realistically possible. And, of course, Elohim, Yeshua,
and Bob are doing their part too :-D With such great teams on my side, who
KNOW me and understand what works for me, how can I lose? I trust Elohim’s
direction: He has never failed me. Ever.
MBI Kerry came by earlier this afternoon and helped
me sort through Bob’s man stuff in the shed – I told him to help himself to whatever
was in there he could use (or wanted for sentimental reasons); I was thankful
he left with a full load. I am positive Bob was smiling and approving – Bob and
Kerry were very close despite the 11-year age difference. And his dog, Bobby!
Everytime I see him I laugh because he fits in with the Hargand’s – he, like
them, is a BIG BOY ;-)
I kept the toolbox and will move that with me to give to Alyna & Liam: they can use it in their new life.
Kerry & Bobby. Bob's namesake is 10 months old and will get bigger!
The remnants of our life driving away with Kerry. I felt a bittersweet thankfulness. I can’t take it with me … and Kerry can use all of it.
The shed is cleared except for the stuff I will
be taking with me. I still have to get the toolbox under control so I can close
the top of it. And I need to organize/box the shelf things. But on the whole,
that shouldn’t take much time at all. Kerry really cleared it out.
In-house-packing today is moving slowly because I
had loads of paperwork to sort through – some will be left here for the new
owners, some will go with me, and a lot got shredded because it was for old
stuff and irrelevant – we don’t even have the items anymore that the paperwork
was for.
When all the paperwork was sorted and taken care
of, I started packing:
Yesterday, I did the bathrooms. This is the Master bathroom stuff.
Both bathrooms boxed up … and stashed in the Master bathroom.
Bath stuff, and miscellaneous things boxed, bagged, and stacked for pickup.
Today, I packed the spare bedroom up. There wasn’t much.
I also got busy boxing up our bedroom ... this was very hard. Memories kept flooding my brain and heart. It was, at times, overwhelming.
The more I grabbed to sort through, the more there was. HOW DO I STILL HAVE SO MUCH SHIT to sort through? We seriously downsized 2 years ago before we moved here. WTH
While going through Bob’s closet organizer, I
came across these implements of torture, stained and marked by the passage of
time – Bob’s back brace & his knee brace. Apparently, Bob was a hoarder
too, like me. LOL! When I was dating Bob; and even for a while after we married,
he was using the back brace: he was born with spina bifida and was told in his
20’s that he’d be in a wheel chair by his 30’s. I married Bob KNOWING that
there was a possibility he’d be wheel-chair bound. I didn’t care. I loved Bob.
And I said to him that we’d cross that bridge together if & when it
happened … that never happened, thank You, Yeshua: but he did die twice, and Elohim
returned him to me twice before finally taking him Home last Winter. Bob always
suffered painful back issues, but it never stopped him from enjoying life to
the fullest. The knee brace was because he had a weak right knee: he had torn the
ligaments in high school, and though it healed, it was always weak; every once
in awhile it would slip out of place …
IMPLEMENTS OF TORTURE. Bob's back brace. And knee brace. Into the garbage they went ... Bob is no longer here.
Seeing these things made me cry, so I stopped
working in our bedroom and started tearing down what used to be the TV room
before I changed that situation this February.
I haven’t cleared the Secretary yet because I am
not sure yet if it is going or staying; I will know what to do with it when I find my new home and see what the square footage is:
Boxes of yarn. Half of the moving truck’s box will be filled with my yarn stash ...
Don't know what to do with this
yet ...
That room boxed up, I ambled back into our bedroom
after Supper and finished up in there with what can be packed up right now; I
still have to do my clothing and bedding, but I am using those things at the
moment …
Feeling accomplished …
All in all, it was a very busy and eventful day
that went rather smoothly. Things are getting done and there really isn’t that
much to pack up, even though I was shocked at HOW MUCH crap I has squirreled
away in our bedroom ;-)
The livingroom and kitchen still have to be tore
down and packed up. The livingroom will be pretty easy … the kitchen, on the
other hand, will take the longest.
Tomorrow.
There is always tomorrow.
