On the last episode of "This is Crazytown," I talked about the over/under on things related to Doug's aunt. I told you how she said the moving company was coming back in the morning to move the rest of her stuff and she had permission to spend another night there.
Insert "Narrator Voice," none of that was true.
There was not going to be a second visit of the movers today.
She did not have permission to stay there last night.
The new owner showed up at 9am, expecting some mess, not expecting her ass to be sitting there and some mess. He got mad. They started to fight.
The guy told her she had to be gone, permanently gone, by 5pm today. He was coming back with law enforcement. He was changing the locks on the doors. Done, goodbye, gone. He's not wrong. It's his house. But just look at her. Look at this mess. Look at her life. Just bear with us. We're doing our best.
Doug had a big argument with the lawyer on the phone, pointed out that the movers hardly moved a fucking thing. The lawyer said "They moved what she told them to move. She picked those things, and that's that. They did what she asked." Doug said something about contacting the attorney general about all of this, because ain't none of it is right.
Let's not worry about all her clothes! Let's not worry about actual really nice expensive oriental rugs she has in the closet in her room (5 or 6 of them) worth probably thousands of dollars! Let's not worry about the dozens of Barbie dolls in their original packaging from the 70s! Doug did a quick google search on them, they're worth hundreds of dollars each. Let's bring the broken chair and the Home Depot display
She has over 10k worth of actual pricey collectibles, and none of them were packed and moved. None. She could have sold them all at some point, and paid the vast majority of debts that she had. But she's sitting on this goldmine, and it almost all was left behind.
Doug also had a discussion with the new homeowner, who was like "hey man, I've got a timeline, you know. I am just protecting my investment." That may be true, but let's focus on moving the 80+ year old human and her 40+ years of life out of the house. Your timeline can wait.
Doug asked me reach out to a moving company. "Use your social engineering skills, and convince someone to help us." Knowing how hard it is to get same day movers, I was concerned this would not work, but I ... reached out. The company that moved us in 2021 managed to pull together a crew and a truck, and told me they'd be there between noon and 2pm.
So he rushed over there and started loading up his car with things of value. She was hemming and hawing and arguing with him. She said she's not going to her new place until she has her car. She'll stay right there. What's he going to do about it (the new guy).
For one, show up with the county sheriff, put you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain in your bare feet, and change the locks. That's his right. He owns the house.
So Doug tried to convince her over and over to just pick things. Pick the things of value. He knows how to tell what's of value (in addition to the Barbies and whatnot) and he just started loading up the car. This was a rescue mission for antiques that hopefully she'll be able to sell, and continue to get money into her life, somehow.
I arranged for a storage unit. The girl on the phone was so sweet. 10x15, one month, done. All Doug had to do was get over there before 5pm when the office closes, get the gate code, get a lock, and then he could come in and out up to 10pm any time he wants.
The movers arrived, three guys not two, and between them and Doug, they started to fill that truck. They made quick work of things and I think it all started to sink in on Doug's aunt that this is happening. This is happening.
Doug went to get the storage unit situation set, went to CVS, got allergy medicine for one of the guys, and a ton of Gatorade. While he was gone, she kept giving them broken things, pieces of actual garbage. Things that she says "I am going to fix this," but the thing is, you've been going to fix that for 40 years. You've run out of time. No. Pick better things. Pick whole things. Do not hand the dudes broken chairs, baskets with no bottoms.
The moving company guys were very polite, and packed things that looked like very obvious trash and asked Doug about it later.
One of the things he told me was how kind and respectful the movers were to her. No one had a fight or argument with her. They very yes ma'amed her and packed the things. They were anxious for Doug to come back because they were honestly not sure if this broken rocking chair missing a rocker and one leg, and no seat in the bottom was actually worth taking.
It went. So did the giant fireplace mantle that she bought at some estate auction and a 7 foot long barn beam.
One of the guys asked "what is this thing? This big piece of wood, what is it?" And they discussed it amongst themselves, "I think it's like one of those beams in a barn or something?" Yup. Doug told them it was. "What's she got this for?"
No idea friend, no idea. She probably paid a pretty penny for it at some auction 20 years ago thinking it'd be a nice shelf or some shit. Never did anything with it.
Off to the storage unit!
They got the truck unloaded, Doug and I chatted a bit. The dude who owns the place had not shown up as of 6:30 so Doug thinks he's all bluster. She was continuing to drag her feet about leaving. Going upstairs and getting "one more thing," and coming down with a ton of stuff.
The time to have gone upstairs to get those things was when the movers were here, so they could put them in boxes and move them.
The time to leave is now.
He told me that all of his cousin's books, magazines, clothing - all of it is still in the house. His cousin told us all his stuff was packed and moved. So we don't know what the story is there.
It's after 11pm, and Doug's not back yet. He has not called or texted. I do not know what his plan is. I like that we don't call each other or text incessantly sometimes, but I'm super anxious right now that he has not called yet.
Hard to go to sleep, ya know.
Anyway, I was so distracted today I forgot to take meds at 2pm, so took 'em at 5. And I am glad I'm still up, I can take my 9pms at 11:30.
More tomorrow. But look. Treasures.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 30 min indoor walk for 1.28 miles while talking to C, and then to Doug. 10k+ by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 112
5pm: 179 (*)
midnight pm: 123
food & meds:
8:30am: phentermine+jardiance
2:30pm: english muffin w/pb (*) forgot to take met+glip by 2pm
5pm: Met+glip; protein shake
red wine
6:30pm: cheesesteak filling w/mushrooms & onions. a few french fries
midnight pm: met+ glip
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