Covered in Confusion
Virus seems to be a lot better now, the MS has slowly started to improve as has the ripped ligament in my back so if I'm careful for a little while I should be back on my feet soon, though the gremlin has now succumbed to the virus and is spending night after night coughing, poor little soul.
Was at Mum's old house yesterday trying to pack some more stuff up (I'm about halfway though the kitchen but it's going even slower because I can only deal with stuff below shoulder and above knee height). Anyway achieving something is better than achieving nothing at all, so we just keep on plugging away at it, and all of the probate and tax stuff is gone so all we're waiting for is an interview with the Probate service, after that we can really get thing sorted properly. So the confusion part comes when on of Mum's neighbours stopped me on the way out asking if I'd had a letter from the council or the university, which I hadn't and nor had she but a very random selection of the people in the road do seem to have had some sort of communication, the general buzz is that the ones that have gone to see the plans are saying that the university has plans to demolish four houses (Mum's is one of the middle ones) and put a road through to the campus in the next two years. If it's all true I'm just glad that Mum didn't have this to contend with when she was so ill.
I know that I should feel happy or at least relieved because it would put me in a well informed win/win situation, I now know that I shouldn't spend much money on the house, better get a lower the rent than to spend a fortune on decorating, central heating, kitchen and bathroom for just two years and I'll have a captive market as soon as I want to sell. The truth is that I feel exasperated that the bloody university will probably get their grasping hands on my childhood home and flatten it, I didn't know what I wanted to do with Mum's home, wasn't sure if I could bear to have strangers live in a place that had so many memories attached to every inch but even strangers seem to be a better alternative than bulldozers and tarmac. Buildings always give a aura of permanence and it comes as a shock when they are just as subject to the whims of fate as anything else. Seem to have spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that it's a good thing but have spent a lot of the last day crying and feeling like this is just the last straw, God I envy those people who just sail though life with no problems, if adversity builds character then stuff it I've got enough.
Was at Mum's old house yesterday trying to pack some more stuff up (I'm about halfway though the kitchen but it's going even slower because I can only deal with stuff below shoulder and above knee height). Anyway achieving something is better than achieving nothing at all, so we just keep on plugging away at it, and all of the probate and tax stuff is gone so all we're waiting for is an interview with the Probate service, after that we can really get thing sorted properly. So the confusion part comes when on of Mum's neighbours stopped me on the way out asking if I'd had a letter from the council or the university, which I hadn't and nor had she but a very random selection of the people in the road do seem to have had some sort of communication, the general buzz is that the ones that have gone to see the plans are saying that the university has plans to demolish four houses (Mum's is one of the middle ones) and put a road through to the campus in the next two years. If it's all true I'm just glad that Mum didn't have this to contend with when she was so ill.
I know that I should feel happy or at least relieved because it would put me in a well informed win/win situation, I now know that I shouldn't spend much money on the house, better get a lower the rent than to spend a fortune on decorating, central heating, kitchen and bathroom for just two years and I'll have a captive market as soon as I want to sell. The truth is that I feel exasperated that the bloody university will probably get their grasping hands on my childhood home and flatten it, I didn't know what I wanted to do with Mum's home, wasn't sure if I could bear to have strangers live in a place that had so many memories attached to every inch but even strangers seem to be a better alternative than bulldozers and tarmac. Buildings always give a aura of permanence and it comes as a shock when they are just as subject to the whims of fate as anything else. Seem to have spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that it's a good thing but have spent a lot of the last day crying and feeling like this is just the last straw, God I envy those people who just sail though life with no problems, if adversity builds character then stuff it I've got enough.