Take THAT To The Bank

Once again a call was placed to the Rural Housing Development division of the government to get a faxed pay-off on our house loan. Once again was told, “it’ll be faxed today.” I did a bit more specific digging with the agent on the telephone and must have pestered her enough because the pay-off amount did show up on the fax machine at the title office shortly thereafter. Another few hours and the proceeds were in our bank account.

Done and done.

Now to get that spiffy towing truck.

Bonus: The pay-off was less than we were anticipating, making our cha-ching a bunch more than we’d hoped for. Yay us!

On The Lamb

As a final note to the whole story of The Closing of the House, we have this:

After the boys unloaded the truck (only took them an hour and a half; they’re young), mr scott returned the truck to the local rental location. This is the location that we go to quite often. We rent a car whenever we travel out of state so it saves wear ‘n’ tear on our own vehicles. Obviously this isn’t working for us since our own vehicle seems to be in the shop a lot whether we drive it out of state or not! Anyhoooo, the idea here is that the gals that work at this location are quite familiar with mr scott. The daughter, of the mom/daughter combo that work there, looked for quite awhile for the rental info of the truck so mr scott could trade it in on a car rental. She couldn’t find a rental under his name, couldn’t find a rental out of the Grand Rapids location, couldn’t find a rental for his preferred customer number . . . nothing.

Then, finally in searching the VIN for the truck, she did find a mention of it.

This vehicle is reported stolen.

Of course it is, why wouldn’t it be? heheheh.

Good thing mr scott has a good working relationship with the the rental location or he’d have found himself in the back seat of a police car. He did have the truck rental agreement with him and all the correct legal paperwork so it was nothing more than a humorous side-note. He turned in the truck and got a car that we’ll keep until we get our Trailblazer back from the shop with yet another transmission in place. Or, perhaps, until we get the new truck to pull the TOW.

Home Free

Well, grab 72 hours and a handful of sore muscles- stir together, and whammy – we’re homeless.

The short version . . .

We closed on our home sale today and brought back from Michigan all of the totes and miscellaneous furniture from the house. Now, we’re able to get the truck to pull the Big TOW! Somewhere down the line we have to sell all of the goodies we brought back from Michigan. Also, we have a household of furniture and effects here in Wisconsin to sell. At this point the idea is to have a local estate sale company that also deals with downsizing come and assess the mess. All of that is for another day. Continue reading