We closed on the house last Thursday, so now one daughter owns Daddy’s house, and the other is getting a nice inheritance. It was a very nerve racking event, because the mortgage lady has from day one done a very sloppy job. She has waited until the last minute to tell us about all kinds of things we had to rush around and get done. She’s 7 months pregnant, and our DD is afraid if we complain to her boss she will have problems with the baby. If it weren’t for DD being so worried about that, we’d be trying to get some of her commission returned to us, as she had to be the worst business person we’ve ever had to deal with.
Anyway, we went to the bank today and took care of more of the estate business, and I realized after we got there that I had forgotten to bring the mortgage payment check. In fact, I hadn’t even thought about bringing it, and I couldn’t remember what I had done with it after we got home late Thursday night. I remember telling my DH where I put it when we got home, but he couldn’t remember, either. When we came home from the bank, we spent a very hectic afternoon tearing the house apart, looking for it. I was a complete blank, with no idea what the check even looked like. Have you ever tried looking for something when you didn’t even know if it was in an envelope or not?? I cried a lot, prayed a lot, and finally gave up.
I figured if I started cleaning up, I might find it, and I finally did, thanks to God’s help. It wasn’t in a logical place at all. For some reason I had moved it from where I was just sure I had put it to begin with. This whole episode was very scary, and I’ve told DH that as far as I’m concerned his Power of Attorney just started. I’ve always been the one to deal with all business matters, but I can’t trust myself any more.
Mama had the Alzheimer’s type of Parkinson’s, and I’m seeing more and more of it in myself. It’s very depressing to watch yourself go blank. I can only hope that it will turn out to be the result of my insomnia, not Senile Parkinson’s Disease.