Que bueno, que bueno
I was packing my things up on Friday because I didn't know what the fuck was going on. I figured that by this Monday I would know whether we were going to be kicked out of our house or not. As you are no doubt aware, it is now Wednesday. I still have no idea, but here's what's been happening.
While I was going out of my mind and boxing up all my worldly posessesions for a second time, I give my dad a call at 4:30, a half hour before the backtax deadline of 5:00pm. He tells me I no longer have to worry, he's actually on his way back from San Bernadino after finally having tied up this most gargantuan-ass of loose ends. Oh, that's awesome! Can you give me some kind of proof? Some little bitty piece of paper that says to me we're in the free and clear? No? Okay, then, I'm going to keep packing.
When he got home he told me once again I shouldn't worry. Everything's all right. No, really, stop worrying. All the bankruptcy paperwork went through and the tax sale was stopped as of 4 o'clock on Friday, and even if our property is still on the auction block Monday morning and somebody buys it, the sale won't go through and will be voided 'cause of the bankruptcy shit.
Okay, that worries me 'cause this is a government auction, and you know the government don't fuck around.
Saturday rolled around with nothing major to speak of, then came Sunday. On Sunday a bus drove up to our house. Honest to God, a bus, an actual factual bus. And out of this bus came a torrent of them vultures ah loves so well. They were all laughing and smiling, having a pleasant Sunday afternoon. Fuck them. After the bus left these two guys actually came up to the door to introduce themselves. That was nice, and somewhat informataive. They wanted to know if there were still people living on the property, they were the first to actually care, brownie points! We had a little chat over what the situation with the house was, that as far as I knew things were supposed to have been handled. The guy said he'd been to auctions where a particular lot went on sale that was supposed to have been taken off the list that very day, so that calmed me down a bit. What was funny, though, was when he asked me that if we were to lose the house, would we be the kind of people who would fight it, just plain ol' move out, or destroy the house. The third one made me laugh, especially since a lot of people have been doing that around here. My cousin Anna is moving down here from LA in April (omg family close by!) and one of the houses they were looking at had been torn to bits. I was honest with the guy, though, since he and his friend had the forthrightness to come to the door and not just gawk like those other monkeys. I said we'd probably fight to keep the house but should things go down we would leave, I assured him, without busting things up.
Also encouraging, he said that if the house was auctioned off and the sale were to go through (i.e. my dad was a lying sack of lying liarly shit) we would have about 60 days before the title deed switches hands, meaning we would have at least that long to pack up and find a new digs. At worst, 30 days, but either way, that's plenty enough time to breath without being all, OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE HOUSE.
But you guys want to know what happened on Monday? This guy drives up and parks across the street from the house, just gawking at us. No doubt he was the guy with the winning bid on the auction. My mom and I were outside at the time and he looked right at us, and we looked right back. After thinking it over for a few minutes he starts his truck back up and drives to the end of the block, makes a U-turn and parks way off to the side. Oh my God! I can't see you anymore! He then calls for backup, I'm assuming it was his family, and when one of those dudes comes out he walks all the way to our side of the block with his eyes glued to our house. Just to throw us off he goes all the way to the neighbors' houses and does the same thing. Ooh, oh! Then he walks back, and starts talking to our neighbor on the other side. I didn't hear too much of what they were saying but I did hear them talking about our house, and the guy asked about what my dad did for a living. Then they left, but not before driving by just one more time to stare again..
Dad got two letters today from the bankruptcy court today, though. I'm hoping this is good stuff. Not that bankruptcy is good or anything, but if what dad was telling me turns out to be the truth, we won't be run out of our own home. Awesome! I hope! If nothing else, I have at least 30-60 days to find a new place to live. And a job.
Pásatelas super duuuper!
No I'm....doesn't!
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Serge
While I was going out of my mind and boxing up all my worldly posessesions for a second time, I give my dad a call at 4:30, a half hour before the backtax deadline of 5:00pm. He tells me I no longer have to worry, he's actually on his way back from San Bernadino after finally having tied up this most gargantuan-ass of loose ends. Oh, that's awesome! Can you give me some kind of proof? Some little bitty piece of paper that says to me we're in the free and clear? No? Okay, then, I'm going to keep packing.
When he got home he told me once again I shouldn't worry. Everything's all right. No, really, stop worrying. All the bankruptcy paperwork went through and the tax sale was stopped as of 4 o'clock on Friday, and even if our property is still on the auction block Monday morning and somebody buys it, the sale won't go through and will be voided 'cause of the bankruptcy shit.
Okay, that worries me 'cause this is a government auction, and you know the government don't fuck around.
Saturday rolled around with nothing major to speak of, then came Sunday. On Sunday a bus drove up to our house. Honest to God, a bus, an actual factual bus. And out of this bus came a torrent of them vultures ah loves so well. They were all laughing and smiling, having a pleasant Sunday afternoon. Fuck them. After the bus left these two guys actually came up to the door to introduce themselves. That was nice, and somewhat informataive. They wanted to know if there were still people living on the property, they were the first to actually care, brownie points! We had a little chat over what the situation with the house was, that as far as I knew things were supposed to have been handled. The guy said he'd been to auctions where a particular lot went on sale that was supposed to have been taken off the list that very day, so that calmed me down a bit. What was funny, though, was when he asked me that if we were to lose the house, would we be the kind of people who would fight it, just plain ol' move out, or destroy the house. The third one made me laugh, especially since a lot of people have been doing that around here. My cousin Anna is moving down here from LA in April (omg family close by!) and one of the houses they were looking at had been torn to bits. I was honest with the guy, though, since he and his friend had the forthrightness to come to the door and not just gawk like those other monkeys. I said we'd probably fight to keep the house but should things go down we would leave, I assured him, without busting things up.
Also encouraging, he said that if the house was auctioned off and the sale were to go through (i.e. my dad was a lying sack of lying liarly shit) we would have about 60 days before the title deed switches hands, meaning we would have at least that long to pack up and find a new digs. At worst, 30 days, but either way, that's plenty enough time to breath without being all, OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE HOUSE.
But you guys want to know what happened on Monday? This guy drives up and parks across the street from the house, just gawking at us. No doubt he was the guy with the winning bid on the auction. My mom and I were outside at the time and he looked right at us, and we looked right back. After thinking it over for a few minutes he starts his truck back up and drives to the end of the block, makes a U-turn and parks way off to the side. Oh my God! I can't see you anymore! He then calls for backup, I'm assuming it was his family, and when one of those dudes comes out he walks all the way to our side of the block with his eyes glued to our house. Just to throw us off he goes all the way to the neighbors' houses and does the same thing. Ooh, oh! Then he walks back, and starts talking to our neighbor on the other side. I didn't hear too much of what they were saying but I did hear them talking about our house, and the guy asked about what my dad did for a living. Then they left, but not before driving by just one more time to stare again..
Dad got two letters today from the bankruptcy court today, though. I'm hoping this is good stuff. Not that bankruptcy is good or anything, but if what dad was telling me turns out to be the truth, we won't be run out of our own home. Awesome! I hope! If nothing else, I have at least 30-60 days to find a new place to live. And a job.
Pásatelas super duuuper!
No I'm....doesn't!
Space Capitán
Serge