Hello Folks
Well, well, well. Contrary to supposition by some, ole' Dave ain't dead just yet. Yes, indeed, I am still alive. And, if Nietzsche is right that "that which does not kill us makes us stronger", I'm not only alive but as strong as an ox!
In short, as of 4:23 pm yesterday, the CFO and I are no longer the owners of the big house in Cary.
Now if the proceeds of the sale said to have been wired to my investment account will only magically appear there, I'll be as happy as a clam. Problem is that when my attorney chased down the trustee dispersing the funds to inquire about my proceeds, the trustee was at the airport, heading out of the country. Not that I'm a particularly suspicious person, but when a guy holding a nice chunk of your change is boarding an airplane for Guatemala or some such place, it does give you cause to wonder.
Yes, we have moved out of the flat-lands big house and into the flat-lands townhouse ... in a manner of speaking, that is. The townhouse, you understand, has one working toilet and you can actually take a shower in one bath ... if you are very careful. In the kitchen, the microwave works ... if you can find an extension cord to fire it up. No stove, no sink, no dishwasher, no running water, no counter tops. Only the front and back doors are hung. Boxes of stuff from the big house are piled everywhere. The dining area is filled with kitchen appliances, tools, building materials, paint cans.
In short, the townhouse ain't exactly finished.
But, we are living there ... kinda.
In short, as of 4:23 pm yesterday, the CFO and I are no longer the owners of the big house in Cary.
Now if the proceeds of the sale said to have been wired to my investment account will only magically appear there, I'll be as happy as a clam. Problem is that when my attorney chased down the trustee dispersing the funds to inquire about my proceeds, the trustee was at the airport, heading out of the country. Not that I'm a particularly suspicious person, but when a guy holding a nice chunk of your change is boarding an airplane for Guatemala or some such place, it does give you cause to wonder.
Yes, we have moved out of the flat-lands big house and into the flat-lands townhouse ... in a manner of speaking, that is. The townhouse, you understand, has one working toilet and you can actually take a shower in one bath ... if you are very careful. In the kitchen, the microwave works ... if you can find an extension cord to fire it up. No stove, no sink, no dishwasher, no running water, no counter tops. Only the front and back doors are hung. Boxes of stuff from the big house are piled everywhere. The dining area is filled with kitchen appliances, tools, building materials, paint cans.
In short, the townhouse ain't exactly finished.
But, we are living there ... kinda.
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