Thursday, July 9, 2015

A Highway Runs Through It

Whee, doggies! Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is on a rant today. And it doesn't even include Farmer H!

Okay. The Truth in Blogging Law says that I must inform you that technically, it DOES include Farmer H. But in a good way. Mark your calendar.

Farmer H took off work (you know how much he hates to do that) today to run around town and then go pick up The Pony from engineering camp. He took it upon himself to go talk to the loan officer head of the financial institution where Buyer is getting his loan for Mom's house. We did business with this guy way back when we built The Mansion, and Farmer H thinks they are buddies, and has no qualms about waltzing in off the street (well, waltzing by Farmer H is a bit of a stretch) and asking to speak with him on the spur of the moment.

That Head is crafty smart, and knows his company's bread and butter come from loans and savings, so he generally will speak with Farmer H, though once he was seen leaving the building right after Farmer H was told that he wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. The clay feet of Farmer H's idol did not tread upon his heart in the least. Farmer H just figured he was on his way to lunch (it was 2:00) and he could catch him another time. No big whoop. Farmer H is SO unlike Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.

So today he tells Farmer H that at closing, we will need various documents, starting with a survey, because according to the courthouse this morning, the Missouri Department of Transportation never had a survey recorded when they took a portion of Mom's land for a highway that runs behind her house. You would think those powers that be would be more conscientious with Eminent Domain. The survey is just a blip on the radar, because it's in our agreement that Buyer will pay for the survey.

Anyhoo...we also need a death certificate (got it), proof that the funeral and burial were paid for (Farmer H picked it up today), proof that she doesn't owe any bills (Sis has canceled checks for all bills since Mom's passing), and proof that Mom was not receiving any aid from a government entity. HOW DO YOU PROVE YOU WERE NOT RECEIVING SOMETHING?

Farmer H cooled his waltzing heels for 20 minutes at the social security office while a security guard like Barney Fife kept an eye on him after asking if he was carrying any guns or knives, then was told that they can't give him anything like that, because it would be STATE aid, like through the division of family services. So Farmer H went there, and further chilled his waltzing heels while they ignored him for 20 minutes. After much bantering back and forth, the lady punched in Mom's name and estimated birthday, and said, "Well, we don't have any record of her!" DUH. Farmer H said, "You won't. Because she never drew any benefits." So that lady wrote out a letter, and then also gave a phone number in case that's not good enough.

I guess we'll eventually get the house sold. The loan is progressing nicely. We'll see what develops.next.

2 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

Waltzing Farmer H... that is vision that is now--thanks to you--burned into my memory.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
What has been envisioned cannot be unburned from memory!