Our House

The day the RLA and I viewed this house, it was raining. The glass barn doors to the pool deck were open, and the house, with its dark Dade County Pine ceiling, was as cozy as a summer camp cabin. The rain misted through the screen over the pool deck, and it was almost like it was raining inside the house.

We were thoroughly charmed, and didn't see the other things like the do-it-yourself projects that had been done poorly. We bought the house.
To this day, thirteen years later, I love this little place in the rain. I woke up this morning at six, planning on driving up to Jupiter to meet with my brother and the estate lawyer. That plan soon ended when I discovered we were in the outer squall bands from Tropical Storm Arlene.

We did a conference call instead, and I was ensconced on the sofa, coffe mug in hand, cozy little house around me.

Good thing, too, because my brother is a greedy, grabby idiot and had I not been in the zen womb of my snug little cabin, I probably would have been leaning over the lawyer's desk slapping the cowboy hat off my brother's head.

Here's the deal. I want to buy his half of the family home, so that I can live in it. He wants to sell it to me, but either wait until Mummy dies and have the house appraised then, betting on the real estate bubble still inflating, or do it now, cash in his hand and the fact that I'm only semi-employed be damned. Or, he says, if I can't scrape the bucks together, maybe we should (read "You, little sister, should") empty the house and rent it out. We could put that money aside and when Mummy dies and I'm ready to leave Miami (where I brought her to live because he couldn't be counted on to take care of her) then I can let him have all the rent as part of the payment I make to him for the house.

Heaves a sigh. Contemplates the coziness of my little house. Sips coffee. Pets dog. Waits for blood pressure to lower.

He has a wife, you know.
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(4) Comments
#1. Posted by Becca on June 10, 2005

“He has a wife you know.”

I’m guessing you could totally eff your brother’s shit up if you wanted to.  Excuse me, did someone just say “blackmail”?  Mwa ha ha…

#2. Posted by Miz Shoes on June 10, 2005

You have no idea.  The reference, though, was to Monty Python’s Life of Bryan. Bigus Dickus has a wife, you know. Her name is Incontinentia Buttocks. It just fits my sister in law.

#3. Posted by Becca on June 12, 2005

Yeah, I haven’t watched any Monty Python in ages, but I hang out with a few people who quote it all the time…good stuff.  I figured that quote must be applicable to a real life sitchiation, though; I’ve seen you quote it a few times.

Sucks that your bro is such a tool!  Families are a bitch.  Although it sounds like you had pretty wonderful parents, so that’s definitely a blessing.  Hopefully just one jerky sibling…

#4. Posted by Miss Bliss on June 13, 2005

It never ceases to amaze me.  My Dad was an Estate lawyer for almost 20 years…perfectly pleasant people become total idiots once it’s time to deal with elderly parents and their estates.  I hope it shakes out alright…and you are wise to wait until the blood pressure goes down before giving any….suggestions.

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