Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Great Leeds Inferno

So, Carolsue sends me an e-mail link yesterday to a wildfire burning out of control in Alabama. She wrote, "Is this close to your home in Leeds?"

Nope. I don't have a home in Leeds.

Let's hope Mr. Ex-Partner has fire insurance.




I did just check, the fire is now contained. It did not burn any structures. And it would have had to go about a mile South and passed through several neighborhoods prior to getting my now-former home. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Ok, I'm A Little Crazy

Mr. Ex-Partner e-mailed me today. He wanted Legal Owl's information. He did not ask for an introduction. I did not offer one either.

Though this may seem mundane, I have to tell you, it is about once a week Mr. Ex-Partner asks me for something I have already given him. In this case, I knew darn well he had Legal Owl's information. I know he has e-mailed her last summer (because he cc'd me). And I legitimately believe he doesn't realize he has this information.

He also doesn't believe he has the financials for the first and second quarter of 2015. He does--and so does his accountant because he filed his 2015 taxes earlier this year. He misplaced Mario's phone number at one point--though he e-mailed me for it, and cc'd Mario. I am sure if he just Googled Mario's name or company he could have found it quicker. And the list goes on. Even with my zen filing methods I am better organized than this.

Sometimes when he sends me an e-mail asking for what I know I have given him I just reforward the last e-mail with the information once again. At first, he was humble and contrite, thanking me and acknowledging that he probably should have looked on his own. Lately however, he doesn't respond. Which is ok. I don't take it personally. It gives me blog fodder, no matter how mundane.

When I was writing our dissolution agreement, Mr. Ex Partner wanted me to put in the document about how I would be of "assistance" to the Ex-Partners in perpetuity. I promise, that clause isn't in there because I am not crazy.


Monday, October 24, 2016

Lost

We are in the process of shutting down our accidental business. I am told this entire ordeal could take as long as six more years to complete or as little as we could be done by the end of 2017 (but no sooner than then).

Closing down a business is not just as simple as hanging up a "gone fishing" sign and locking the door. For one thing, the IRS wants to be involved. And so does the state of Alabama. The State of Arizona has already been involved--and they drove me nuts. There are lots of items that need some attention, but not the kind of laser-focus I have had to give to everything prior.

Then there is letting all of the homes go. Right now we have a house for sale. As they empty we sell.

There is also the emotional aspect of releasing all I have done for the past 14 years. Coupling this with not home schooling and the fact I am not currently working (another story) and I am struggling to find my place in all this. I am lost.

Last summer Bliz asked me what I was going to do with all my spare time. The truth is, her question scared me. I still don't know.


Monday, October 17, 2016

Random Bama

We have an offer on our Grayson Valley home. Currently, we are in the inspection phase, which is when these folks usually walk. Generally they find some minor infraction, like the floors aren't wood. Or it needs a stove (thank you stupid former tenant for taking the stove). Mind you, they are getting an investor price on this house. I am not fixing it up and selling it for retail.

Lest you think I'm being cynical, this this has  been what has happened at the last two times I have tried to sell a home over there. The one I had for sale this summer had an offer and the folks backed out because (at $98k--another investor price) it didn't have granite counter tops.

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This past week I got the tax bills for the homes in Birmingham. It is with my greatest pleasure I can send these directly over to Mr. Ex-Partner. Every year he has bitched and moaned about how we ask for money to pay the taxes. I want to say, "I told you so." But frankly, I have been kind of saying this in my head since July.

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Yesterday I got a text from a former tenant in Birmingham. It went to me directly, not a group of people. All it said was, "Roll Tide."