All Things in Moderation

There are very few things that shock me but when my husband came home Friday from the lockout of our tenant by the sheriff’s department he began preparing me for the shock I was about to experience.

Some of you may remember we’ve been involved in an eviction process on our rental property (the bulk of our retirement income) since January and even hired some legally challenged lawyers to represent us in the misadventure.  I call it a misadventure because it feels like a miracle to us that we finally got our home back.

The lockout would have occurred a month earlier but the city recently decided that our street was one of the ones that needed a new street sign.  A problem arose when the sheriffs attempted to post the final eviction notice about six weeks ago and the spelling on the street sign didn’t match the spelling on our legal documents.  The city had changed an “e” to an “o” and so we had to wait two weeks for a new sign and another two weeks for the city workers to install it.  Cha-ching, another $1600 down the drain.  Of course our lawyers thought it would have been better to change all the paperwork to the incorrect spelling………………………idiots.

Anyway, my husband met the officer and the locksmith at the house Friday morning and originally told our tenant she could have 1/2 hour to vacate.  The sheriff informed him that we had to store whatever was left at the house for 15 days, either at the house or a storage facility, charging her reasonable rates, and then could either sell it or trash it.  Then my husband went inside.  Needless to say, when she said her boyfriend was on the way with a big truck to move some stuff, he gave her the rest of the day to vacate.

Every room, save one, looks exactly like the pictures below, and that one room is pristine…………………….bizarre.

All of this was left after two big truckloads had already carted away some of her belongings.  So now our house is a storage facility for another 12 days and we’re hoping they’re coming back for more although they already cancelled the appointment to meet my husband over there today.

I feel sorry for anyone who is for some reason compelled to live like this, but right now I feel more sorry for us, because we’re going to be stuck with the cleanup………………………………….yuck.

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