I wish everyone involved with the sale of this house could communicate with each other. Someone from the closing and title company emailed last week with a generic “who handles your public utilities and mortgage(s)” form. Fill it out, email or fax it back. I chose email, but included a note that if needed I could go sign at the office. I also included a larger note about Shawshank being out of the US and to let me know ASAP if she needed him to sign something.
Immediately, she emailed back with a load of questions regarding signing deeds and POA forms, etc. We played email tag for a little while before she called. She had no idea about the lawyer’s office handling things as well. Eventually, we determined Shawshank and I had already completed that paperwork for the lawyers at the beginning of the sale. Closing lady decided she’d just call that lawyer’s office and touch base with them.
Then, to add to the fun, is the fact that none of these people have any concept of how much it takes to get the paperwork out of Canada. Yesterday, the paralegal we’re dealing with emailed Shawshank for an update. First, unlike here, there’s no Saturday mail up there, so there’s one more day you can add on to the time. Second, and most important, CANADA’S FUCKING BIG. Shit takes time to get across the country, go through the consulate and back into the little podunk places like TinyTown. Shawshank gives the lawyers an update. I guess the lawyers passed along the info to our agent, and then she emails and wants to know what the status is because the buyer is getting anxious.
Lady, the house isn’t going anywhere.
Shawshank is hopeful the paperwork will be heading south at the end of the week. Once he’s forwarded things on, I’ll talk to our agent about leaving. Knowing that time frame, my mother decided she’ll go for her visit after all. It’s unlikely I’ll be in Florida before they come back, so there’s no sense in cancelling.
Today’s a human day, and I’m heading out to grab some groceries and a small thing of cat food and then some lunch at Popeyes. After lunch, I can start bringing out the trash. Thankfully, I don’t believe there’s rain in the forecast, so I can bring all of it outside tonight. Plus, in some sort of logical way, I feel like it’s better to bring things out earlier in the day. The earlier I bring it out, the more daylight hours it can be seen, and the better the chances someone will take my microwave.
