Friday, June 22, 2007

The One Where I... OUCH!

Typing one-handed sucks.

Reader's Digest Condensed Version: burned left hand on Father's Day making cornbread waffles for The Wrench, then knocked scab off burn and now bandaged.

Ouch.

More in a few days. :(

Sunday, June 10, 2007

The One Where We Are Dreadfully Close...

...to having our living room again.

For the last eight or so weeks, our living room has served as a combination warehouse/sorting facility. As each box was opened, it was sorted through right there - in the living room. Every items was then put away in it's place, or put into one of three piles: donate, discard, or sell.

Sounds simple enough, right?

Imagine a room that is 18 x 14. Imagine that 1/3 of the room is full of furniture; and approximately 1/2 of the room held boxes, stacked (literally) 12 feet high. The remaining space by the doorway was decorated with a makeshift table of three large empty cartons upended in front of the fireplace where I worked, sorting and putting away.

Meanwhile, at the back of the house was another room that was also turned into an impromptu storage area. Our former gameroom, complete with the pinball machine, the air hockey table, and shelves and shelves of Legos, puzzles, and board games has become a repository for the furniture & excerise equipment that we want to keep, but currently don't have a space for.

Finally, my office is gone. In it's place is, quite simply, storage. The room that once housed my little sanctuary, where I could work and blog, and play The Sims2, and escape... now has plastic storage tubs from floor to ceiling. The only vestiges of my previous occupancy are the DSL modem and the wireless router, along with the networked laser printer. They all perch nervously just inside the door, like they are contemplating their escape at any moment.

The whole thing has been just like one of those sliding puzzles. You have to keep moving things around, until you can get them where you want them - and to see if there is enough room for everything you wanted to put in that room. It's exciting, nerve-wracking, and tiring to no end.

Every day, I got up, and I did a little bit more. This weekend, for example, I finally completed unboxing all of my Mom's sewing and art supplies. This might not sound like A Big Deal on the surface, but to her - just to be able to access her quilting and art supplies again WAS a big deal; she missed being able to use her things, to create freely. The sewing room is done, and now Mom can sit among her beloved things again, and happily spend the day... creating. To see her so happy - her eyes sparkling, and her joy at working with the jewel-toned fabrics she loves to much - totally worth all the hard work. Totally.

This weekend was also A Big Deal because in the living room - we now have those three distinct piles, and NO MORE BOXES TO OPEN. :::insert Happy Dance of your choice here:::

We are SO close to having our living room back. We have been camped out in the dining room for weeks now - the sofa, love seat and chairs being upended and stacked in the corner of the living room - and I am so fully sick and tired of sitting on these dining room chairs, watching that little 13" TV that I could CHEERFULLY SCREAM. I can't wait to sit on our raggedy old sofa, and watch the big TV, with my feet propped up. Twinks can't wait to get to her Wii again. The Wrench wants his favorite chair - in fact, for Fathers Day that's what he wants this year - the living room to be "functional" again.

A few more days, I believe - really, I do - that it will all be done. The charity will come and pick up the "donate" pile. The "discard" pile is already gone - what can be recycled is, and the rest is going to the trash. The "sell" pile will be a bit tougher - some of it will go on Craigslist, some on eBay, and the rest will either be a yardsale, or if I'm just sick and tired of the whole thing... it may go to the charity as well. I need to put up new shelves in the game room, there are a few bits and pieces of furniture to be moved here and there, and one more bookcase to be built in the library, and then... And then, the house will be... the house again. And not a warehouse.

We are SO close...

Sunday, June 03, 2007

The One With All of The Lawyers

We now officially have three different attorneys on retainer; each has a distinct purpose and specialty.

If I think about it too much, my head might explode.

We have gone from zero to three lawyers in less than 60 days. My job is to make sure that they are all doing what we are paying them (exorbitant amounts of money per hour) to do... And also to make sure that their retainers don't run out before we get done with the Stepdad.

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First, there is Attorney A - an advisor attorney that I have retained; he is simply there as a neutral third party/second opinion/advisor. Ordinarily I would not have placed him on retainer, but would have simply paid him for consult on an as-needed basis. With everything that is going on, however, I felt better knowing that I would have him "on call" 24/7.

A is an experienced trial lawyer, former prosecutor, and former legislator. He is also a long-time family acquaintance, and I wanted - and needed someone who I could trust to guide me through everything that is going on.

A is tall, dark and handsome, and dashes about in custom-tailored suits that probably cost more than The Wrench makes in a month. He is charming, affable, and has a razor-sharp wit. I love A the best because he blatantly and cheerfully flatters me to no end, and he always has my favorite chocolates in a little crystal dish on his desk.

I'm glad that A is on *our* team... For all his charm, wit, and chocolate, I would NOT wish to come up against him in a court of law.

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Attorney F is our brand-new Family Lawyer. She has been mostly taking care of things like The Will, and setting up durable power of attorney thingys, and revoking some other shady paperwork that The Stepdad had convinced Mom to sign - some of it under false pretenses.

We found F through a referral from A.

F is sweet and wise, and very low-key. She dresses like she couldn't decide if she was going to be a hippy or a preppy when she grew up; a bit eclectic, with layers and accessories and instead of a briefcase, she carries a big, canvas tote bag.

F is also sharp as a tack, and has managed to undo most of the damage done with the bogus paperwork. She has also created a Trust, and put all of Mom's assets into that to keep them safe. F has helped me figure out which banks and financial institutions needed to be sent a copy of the legal revocations that stop The Stepdads shady little paperwork.

F might appear to the casual observer to be a meek, mousy little eccentric, but she's sharp as a tack, and has managed rather quickly to out-maneuver The Stepdad's attorney.

We like F.

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Attorney D is our Divorce Lawyer.

We needed one of these because The Stepdad has filed for divorce. He thought it would be uncontested. He thought he was going to slither out of the marriage quietly. Boy, was he ever wrong.

We had to find an attorney Two Hours East - because it is in another state. And once we talked to A, we realized fairly quickly that it will benefit Mom in the long run to keep the case over there Two Hours East.

This meant, of course, that we had to GO to Two Hours East to find and hire an attorney there. Think about that one for a moment - how do you hire an attorney in essentially a strange city?

With a bit of research, I made a list of four potential attorneys, and I called each one for a brief phone consult before driving all the way Two Hours East for a meeting. I knew we were in trouble when we started talking to them, and they all told us that the case was "too complicated" or "outside the scope of their practice" or (my personal favorite) "not the type of case that we would typically pursue". Because The Stepdad had been engaging in some serious monkeyshines with Mom's money, and it has taken me every bit of the last 60 days to sort this out, and make sense of it. As I finally pulled the pieces of the puzzle together, I was alarmed at what The Stepdad had been doing. In a nutshell, he had been systematically, methodically screwing Mom out of her money. Draining her accounts, carefully and slowly. If we had not brought Mom (and her checkbooks) home when we did, I have little doubt that by the end of the year, she would have had very little money left.

Yes, they had a pre-nup. Yes, he broke the pre-nup; not once but multiple times. I have the notarized paperwork to prove it. (he might be clever, but he wasn't smart enough to clean up his paper trail.)

So, now I know - we need someone special for this case. An attorney who could not only quickly and fully grasp the salient points, but who could see the entire scope of this case at once, and was comfortable throwing around words like "embezzlement" and "misappropriation of funds". I dialed up Attorney A, and after briefly telling him about the results of the telephone interviews, he promised to call back within 15 minutes. When A called back, he had the name and number of a "lovely young woman" who he was certain would be just fine. He would phone ahead and "introduce" us to this attorney; he felt sure she could handle the case.

I waited until the next morning, as instructed by A, and phoned D at the prescribed time. After a short conversation, we made an appointment to visit her at her offices Two Hours East, and gathered copies of the documents she said she would need.

I'll be the first one to tell you - I felt like it was going to be a waste of time to make that round trip to Two Hours East just to see this little girl. But I trusted A, and so away Mom and I went.

D is a surprise, to be sure. Sounds like she's all of twelve years old on the phone, looks like a 5-foot tall version of Barbie in person, and scary as all Hell when you start talking to her, and realize what she's going to be like in court.

I knew she was the one for us when she laughed and said "This is going to be *fun*..."

I'm really glad *we* hired her, and not The Stepdad. I would hate to face her in any negotiations or courtroom. :::shiver:::

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So, there they are; My Legal Team. D, F, & A. Expensive, talented, charming and wicked-smart. Did I mention expensive?

Don't mess with me. I'll call my attorneys...