Words I remember may father telling a few days before he died about the estate.
Well bro Pound Slat is getting antsy about disposing of our mother's house and splitting up the proceeds 3 ways. He's also very unhappy about the progress lil bro, who has never left that house, is not making.
Part of the problem is that lil bro cannot do much work outside as he has asthma. The other is his personality, that he'd just rather not deal with things like go through the assorted junk my pack rat mother accumulated and give 95% the heave ho.
I being closer to lil bro than Pound Salt have come up a couple of times to help out. Auto gal suggested that with the loads of free time I have, that I spend time renovating the house to sell it for more money. That's not practical because,
a.) the neighborhood has gone downhill generally and there's a family next door that has a grown son-drug addict lurking about. Also I 695 runs right behind the house (and the others) which also does not enhance curb appeal. We'll be lucky to get what we can get out of it.
b.) While it may be everyone's house lil bro, even while our mother was alive, was very territorial about the house and I've learned to leave well enough alone.
Turns out there's a reason, for Pound Salt to see the house disposed of quickly. He's been told he will need a new heat pump before winter sets in and to quote, "I don't have 5 Grand to pull out of my ass." So yes that's a big expense, but hey, I have tuition payments looming soon too. And he has to remember that disposing of the estate is one thing, but lil bro does have to have a place to live too once our mother's house is sold.