Despite a serious back injury to my niece’s husband, BJ, plans are moving forward on the “Big Move To The Country”. To recap, the plan is for Mom to buy the land (15 wooded acres), and to secure a construction loan. From there, BJ and my niece, DQ, will orchestrate building a new home – with an attached apartment for Mom. Mom will then pay for her portion of the total square footage, and DQ and BJ pick up the mortgage on the remainder.
This gets Mom to an uncluttered “happy place” where she can be surrounded by family. And it gets BJ, DQ and their menagerie of critters and children* a spectacular new home – along with the full time responsibility for taking care of Mom**. She’s 80. She could live a couple more years or twenty. Throw the dice (and install a canary in the bedroom and hire a ‘taster’ for her food)…
Before my trip to South America, the first domino fell. The deal for the land purchase was to be closed. As holder of Mom’s legal “power of attorney”, i reviewed the paperwork by remote, concurred that all was in order, and skipped the proceedings.
The day after closing, while taking Mom to see the cardiologist, i asked her how things had gone with the banking people.
Mom: Fine. I think i threw them all for a loop, though.
daisyfae: [bracing herself] What happened? What did you do?
Mom: Well, everything was going fine. Signed all the stuff, went through the paperwork. Didn’t seem like a big deal. Then they said “Now, all we need is your money”. So i said “What? No one told me i was supposed to bring money?”
Mom: They all laughed real hard when they figured out i was kidding!
daisyfae: i bet they did, Momma…
In later discussions with DQ and my friend KMD (realtor coordinating the purchase), i also learned that when she handed over the cashiers check, she made a point of kissing it goodbye.
KMD’s comment – “Well, i can certainly see where daisyfae gets it…”. i’m totally going to fuck with people when i’m an old lady. Hell… why wait?
* Hard to tell who’s who without a score card. i thought there were only two cats, but discovered about two more when i dropped of my dog for the long pet sit… i think there was only one baby, but they might have had a loaner in the mix.
** no lines are forming for this job amongst the rest of us… we’re lucky someone is willing to take this on. but the situation is ripe for exploitation. i’ve seen the house plans go from 800 sq ft “apartment” for Mom, with a 1500 sq ft house (complete with unfinished basement) to about 1000 sq ft for Mom and 2000 sq ft for the rest of the clan… and i simply ask “how do you plan to pay for this?”… (sigh). Stay tuned…