i sat on Steinway Street and looked everything over one last time. a
pre-paid return FedEx envelope was included, into which all i had to do
was put the papers and utilize the adhesive properties of a sealant-type
surface to close the container, assuring for posterity and all times that
nothing slipped out of the plastic container in transit. (In Transit.
Remember that?)
as i entered the FedEx office I held my right hand straight to my right
temple, as close to a military salute as a non-military schlub like i
could muster. this, i imagine, was the last gesture my father made before
killing himself in the building that i just sold.
end of it all is at hand. finally got an offer on dad’s old place. it
amounts to breaking even, with virtually no profit whatsoever, but i’ll
take it in exchange for knowing that the buyers appear to take the
property seriously and will fix it up better than i could. “better than i
could” simply meaning that they are there. i am here, over 1000 miles
away, unable to fully manage things like a new roof and ohter maintenance
needs. if i have any sense of chagrin it’s that dad claimed at one point
the place was worth about about 400% more than the price at which it sold.
a paid appraiser claimed the place was worth more than double the price at
which it sold. the reality is that, on paper, to even a casual observer,
the place is worth what it sold for. that ain’t much, and i don’t mind.
today was running around, having things notarized and witnessed, going
here and there, to-ing and fro-ing. FedEx claimed i would have the papers
by 8am, 10am by the latest, but as usual FedEx brought it home far later
than that. i shouldn’t be surprised or concerned but that i guess i
actually paid for this Priority Overnight fabrication.
now it is time to think about my future.
