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My grandmother has sold her house down in Southern MS; she lived where Katrina hit at the end of last summer. My archives from September 2005 tell her story and of how my entire family freaked out about her being down there by herself during the strange times that followed for that area.
We had talked about her moving up here to live with my mother (her daughter) for about two years; Katrina pretty much decided that for her. She stated herself that she did not want to live through the fear of another hurricane season down there by herself, and thought she would be safer if she was up here with us.
Well, my lovely mother had decided that grandmother's house needed to be put on the market at the end of May. Contract signed May 26, house went on the market both online and in local newspaper June 5. Delois, the realtor, has told us the phone started ringing about an undamaged, structurally sound 2 bedroom one bath 1100 sq ft house with detached garage on 5.5 acres going for $99,500 within 30 minutes of it appearing on her website. Offer made by nice family June 9. Grandmother has accepted the offer, contract will be signed off on by end of June and the house will be sold.
My lovely mother is about to lose her f*ckin' mind.
This is speculation on my part, but from what I am seeing and hearing my mother thought she'd have at least six months while that house languished on the market (yeah, right) to look for a one-level condo with at least three bedrooms up here. She has now yelled at my sister that none of us understand, and that her life is completely changing, and that she has no control over anything anymore, and that WE JUST DON"T UNDERSTAAAAND.... sob..
Shit. Like Hell I don't understand. My life has changed completely SEVERAL TIMES. I.E. 1) when I met, married, and divorced Matt's dad in the space of 3 years. 2) when I moved back in to my parents' house after that. 3) when I met, married, and divorced Anna's dad in the space of 3 1/2 years. 4) when my dad practically dropped dead of a stroke. 5) when I moved out of mom's house to my own apartment after getting the CNA/VFL job and had to do shit all by myself for really the first time in my life. 6) when I met and married Darling Hubby, who has changed my life in so many wonderful fabulous ways. (getting tired, my grammar sucks now..)
I am mortally afraid that she will do something really stupid on the weekend we are all down there to assist in the Mother of All Yard Sales. She has more of an emotional attachment to that house and the stuff that's in it than her own mother (who has lived in that house for SIXTY F*CKIN' YEARS). I just know that I will need prayers and patience galore while we are down there.
We had talked about her moving up here to live with my mother (her daughter) for about two years; Katrina pretty much decided that for her. She stated herself that she did not want to live through the fear of another hurricane season down there by herself, and thought she would be safer if she was up here with us.
Well, my lovely mother had decided that grandmother's house needed to be put on the market at the end of May. Contract signed May 26, house went on the market both online and in local newspaper June 5. Delois, the realtor, has told us the phone started ringing about an undamaged, structurally sound 2 bedroom one bath 1100 sq ft house with detached garage on 5.5 acres going for $99,500 within 30 minutes of it appearing on her website. Offer made by nice family June 9. Grandmother has accepted the offer, contract will be signed off on by end of June and the house will be sold.
My lovely mother is about to lose her f*ckin' mind.
This is speculation on my part, but from what I am seeing and hearing my mother thought she'd have at least six months while that house languished on the market (yeah, right) to look for a one-level condo with at least three bedrooms up here. She has now yelled at my sister that none of us understand, and that her life is completely changing, and that she has no control over anything anymore, and that WE JUST DON"T UNDERSTAAAAND.... sob..
Shit. Like Hell I don't understand. My life has changed completely SEVERAL TIMES. I.E. 1) when I met, married, and divorced Matt's dad in the space of 3 years. 2) when I moved back in to my parents' house after that. 3) when I met, married, and divorced Anna's dad in the space of 3 1/2 years. 4) when my dad practically dropped dead of a stroke. 5) when I moved out of mom's house to my own apartment after getting the CNA/VFL job and had to do shit all by myself for really the first time in my life. 6) when I met and married Darling Hubby, who has changed my life in so many wonderful fabulous ways. (getting tired, my grammar sucks now..)
I am mortally afraid that she will do something really stupid on the weekend we are all down there to assist in the Mother of All Yard Sales. She has more of an emotional attachment to that house and the stuff that's in it than her own mother (who has lived in that house for SIXTY F*CKIN' YEARS). I just know that I will need prayers and patience galore while we are down there.
posted by grasshopper at Thursday, June 22, 2006
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