Day 125

The annoyance continues. Ellen called in the morning. ATT decided that I really didn't need to take the call. Instead it routed it directly to voicemail without ringing the phone. When I got the voicemail I called her. She said I could log in and get the statement I was lacking. Fat chance. She couldn't remember the login name and the password she left was printed so poorly that I couldn't figure out what it was. Things were made worse by both browsers on my computer failing to display the bank's page.

After about an hour of fruitless effort I gave up when the page informed me that the account had been locked out because of too many failed logon attempts. I decided screw it. Either the idiot bureaucrats could accept what we had or I'd find another vendor.

I drove to the mortgage broker and gave them the papers. Their I learned of more stupidity. The lender wants us to resign all off the paperwork (maybe two dozen separate documents). The reason? Because the current ones don't have the lender's name at the top. The mortgage broker is going to drop by the trailer park tomorrow morning (he lives near it) so that I can sign. They are going to have to live without Ellen's signature.

As long as I was down there, I decided to pick up some items for the house at Harbor freight. I got a moving dolly, a cutoff saw, fish tape, and some tie downs. They were all on sale, and I had a 20% off coupon too. I also stopped at an electronics store and got some connection plates for the surround sound wiring that I need to do. They were cheaper there than ordering them off the web and paying shipping. Finally, I stopped off at the pawn shop across the street and got a DVD.

At the shop I heard that someone had crashed his plane into the IRS office in Austin. Apparently the IRS was going to take his house and plane. So he burned his house down and crashed the plane into their office. I think it serves the thieves right. Now days they are just hired thugs that steal from productive people on behalf of welfare jerks and other useless pigs at the public trough.

I then drove 75 miles up to Austin to the house. I met with the couple (Margarete and Fred) selling the house and they spent several hours going through things. We talked about the water and sewer systems, the pool, and several items that I would never have known about. Things like the pump reset switch that's hidden under the box on top of the pump. Also that there's 110V out to the gate gate the front of the property. And how reactivate the trailer parking spot that's been turned off. Fred even told me about a couple of improvements that he had been planning but never got around to doing.

Fred and I spent quite a bit of time talking about other things also. I didn't really have anything else to do and I think he wanted a break from packing. They have a lot of stuff to pack up. One of the things that I found out was that they had two other people interested in the house. One said they wanted to purchase it, but our offer came in first. I guess it was good that I told the realtor it was a "take it or leave it" offer. Apparently they've been told to vacate the premises by 3/4. We're supposed to have a walkthrough with them on 3/5.

After the 60 mile drive back home I had to stop at the grocery store. I learned not to do this after six. Apparently by then lots of common stuff has disappeared from the shelves. I couldn't get cornflakes or the pop that I wanted.

When I got home there were three more packages from Amazon. One had speaker wire and a stud finder for the surround sound project. Another had the hand held mouse. I haven't opened the third, but I think it contains a hand truck. There were gifts from the kitties, too. One had barfed on the rug. The other had barfed all over the kitchen sink. As I said, the annoyance continues.