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July 5, 2004

Nutcases of the World, Unite

Our nutso former landlady has apparently been served with papers by the San Francisco sheriff. I say this with confidence, because she called our house (on our unlisted phone number that we deliberately never gave to her, but which we had to put on the service papers) and left an incoherent message about how evil we are for trying to get "blood from a stone." She claimed to be bankrupt, but this is not a person who was terribly honest with us for the two years we rented from her, and who has hoped we would ignore the fact that she still owes us money, so who knows what the real story is.

Interestingly, it ties in with the lastest chapters for law. If she has mysteriously declared bankruptcy, then she has to list us as creditors in order to get her debt to us discharged. Since we haven't gotten a notice from the court about any such listing, then either she didn't really declare bankrupcty, or she did, but she didn't list us. If she didn't list us, then the debt won't be discharged just by ignoring it. It's funny how some people just want to avoid acting like adults, and think they can get away with that forever.

We drove by the old house the other day, and the FOR SALE sign was down. The big awful cactus hasn't been pruned since we moved out and is showing it; those things need pruning every three months or they fill with trash and grow badly. The Mexican sage I planted is doing well, a given as the stuff thrives on neglect, which was why I planted it in the first place. Somebody (maybe the new owners) had put up a weird fence alongside the driveway, in such a way as to make getting out of the car difficult, and to make it impossible for the neighbors to use the driveway to access their back yard (which they were given to doing, folding in my car's rear-view mirror for their convenience, even though it was not their driveway -- GOD were they assholes).

I always felt badly for that house, being stuck with such a neglectful owner. I knew that when the landlady told us she wanted to put it on the market, she wanted us to want to buy it, but I figured that if I were going to spend $200,000 (hah!) renovating a house, it had better start out with a lot more potential to be a great place, and I was tired of living on a busy street with lots of crime.

Also, with the hostile, unpleasant neighbors, there was no damned way I was paying money to stay in that house when we didn't need to. I think that when we didn't respond to her suggestion that she was ready to sell the house, that was the beginning of the "you're not my friends any more!" transformation (complete with retracted decision to sell and 25% rent hike). As if we'd ever been her friends.

With any luck, this will mostly be over in August. Collecting on a judgement is not going to be easy, though.

Posted by ayse on 07/05/04 at 5:31 PM