I think I am 3 phone calls and 12 text messages in on the day, and most of them express displeasure.
The lady and her sister finally made it to his townhouse this morning, which she described as “hoarders, frat house edition”. Crap stacked everywhere, empty plastic vodka bottles all over, sink full of dirty dishes, dirty bedding, dirty towels and it smelled like a long unattended roadside restroom. They started their adventure on a “memorabilia & valuables hunt” searching for things of value, financial or emotional. They each filled boxes with photos, some watches and jewelry, cash, some small containers full of coins, a stack of old letters to and from the lady’s mother, a couple wood keepsake boxes, and more. He has only been in that place for a handful of years, but they were still amazed at the amount of crap/trash/junk around. According to the assistant, she used to clean up and try and organize but was then chastised for doing so and told to stop so she did. The only mostly clean and organized place in the house was his office, which was set up inside a bedroom. And even that was a cluttered and discombobulated mass of papers, envelopes and ledgers. Seems he was not a fan of computers.
Inside the drawer of the desk was a “silver handgun”, which made both the lady, and her sister pause for a second and then the lady’s 5-6 shooting sessions with me came in handy. She picked up the handgun, pointed it in a safe direction, dropped the full mag, racked the slide, watched the chambered round drop to the floor, locked the slide back, then set it back down on the desk. She said her sister looked at her like she just did a triple back flip before saying “How in the world did you know how to do that!?” The lady just said, “We go shooting all the time”. The sister just pointed at the gun and said, “You’re taking that and any other guns we find”. Later the lady found another handgun in his nightstand, but she had to call me because it was a revolver, and the manual of arms baffled her. She was just happy the first one she found was a semi-auto so she could “look cool” in front of her sister.
They still have a lot more property sorting and organizing to do. A roll off dumpster is coming later today, and a document shredding company is arriving tomorrow morning to collect all the boxes of documents, old tax returns, etc. and turn them into confetti on site. Plus, they are hiring a packing/moving company and a cleaning service, who will come in and remove the remaining personal items, furniture, etc. and scrub the place so the realtor can list the place for sale. A broker is also coming out at some point to look at the cars, one of which is pretty new and very nice. The other is a slightly older BMW sedan. Needless to say, these two ladies are running their butts off trying to get everything in order before heading back to the city. I can feel the agitation and annoyance the lady is feeling with every call and text.
