The purchase agreement stated that we would take possession of the house at nine o’clock, Saturday morning, June the first. They had until twelve noon to vacate the property. Anything that was left after that time, we could dispose of at our will.
It was 9:01 AM; everyone from across the street was sitting outside on the deck.
I walked over to see what was going on. From what I could tell not a single load had been moved.
I was right about that.
I asked her brother what was going one. He explained that his sister hadn’t been able to organize a moving truck. He also said he was waiting for the dumpster that I had agreed to provide them. He wanted me to call the company and see where it was. I informed him that it would be there between nine and ten o’clock. It was only a little bit after nine AM. He was using this as an excuse for not doing anything. He did say that they couldn’t do anything until the dumpster came. Already knowing the answer, I asked him if they were all
packed. He said they were not going to pack just put it all in a big truck when his sister got home.
I said ok and left it at that.
I had to keep from biting my tongue off, it had just started healing and I didn’t want to re-injure it again.
I changed the subject and asked where his mother was and if she was moving in with them. He said she and her boyfriend had to go back to Chicago for a family emergency. Apparently her boyfriend’s brother had been shot in a drug deal that went bad and wasn’t expected to make it.
I guess murders and trouble run in the family.
He told me that they had rented a car to drive back. I knew that they didn’t have any credit cards, but I never asked how they could afford this. I had a funny feeling about the situation, but was more concerned about them moving out than to bother asking how they pulled the car rental off.
The dumpster had just arrived.
The timing was perfect for me to make my exit.
My business partner had come over and started videotaping and taking photographs of the house as it was.
We had decided to hold a neighborhood ‘this ugly house party’. We were inviting the whole neighborhood and all of our friends to come and see this mess we had just bought.
Our plans were to gut it out and in two months invite everyone back for a ‘this pretty house party’ to show everyone the new remodeling job.
Our plans were to explore sub-dividing the lot and building a new shop for ourselves and fixing up the house to sell it to a friend or a family. We had no intentions of keeping it long-term because we didn’t want to be landlords and have to make two mortgage payments for an extended period of time.
My initial research with the city revealed that this could be done with a number of conditions attached. We had plenty of time to figure that out. Right now my focus was just to get them moved out.
This wasn’t happening as expected.
It was almost eleven o’clock and not a single load had been moved. Her brother was getting anxious and declared, “She had better get her fat ass here soon, or this cat is out of here, and she will be hurting big time!”
I tried to assure him that she would be there shortly.
I was panicking inside but wasn’t going to let him know that.
I offered and suggested that we could start moving out some of the heavier pieces of furniture and that way, when the moving truck arrived, we could just put them in the truck.
He accepted my offer.
We went inside to start moving some of the larger pieces of furniture.
I not only started to feel panic that she might not show up but I got sick when I went inside. Nothing had been packed. I had never seen such a mess in my life. Floor to ceiling it was stacked.
I suddenly went numb and for the first time.
I felt overwhelmed; helpless; powerless.
I really didn’t know whether I should sit down and start crying or just give up.
I wanted to do both.
I gave up on anything going smoothly with this move. I certainly didn’t have time to cry. I made a deal with myself; that time would come later after this was all over. My task now was to get her moved.
That is exactly what I did for the next nine hours. I helped her move two loads at a time using my truck and a small truck that she had borrowed but could have for only a couple hours.
The last thing I moved alone. I went back to the shop and got her the chest I had promised her. I brought it up stairs to her new apartment and set it in the living room and left.
After all she had said and done to me, it seemed ironic, that I was the one to help her move.
There is a God.
(a stained glass piece I made for my library in “this old crack house”)
They were right when they said he works in strange ways.
(stained glass piece I made and have displayed in the basement)
Little did I realize that hell was right around the corner and I would discover it very soon!