I know, this is totally off base to my blog about Mom. But, since she has passed, life still goes on with Dad...and oh, what a travel he is taking all of his daughters on.
So, the latest. Annie calls me this morning, 2/19/2015. She says, "have you heard the latest drama about Dad?"
I say, "No, what did he do now?"
Annie proceeds to tell me through a long story that Dad apparently let the shop go back to the bank and as of this morning it sold at auction.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I say loudly.
"Yep, that's what he did," Annie continues. "Apparently back in September of 2014, that was the last payment that he received from his tenants."
Annie continued the story as she jumped from the information to how she happened to obtain the information.
It seems that Kim, one of Dads tenants, had come up to Chris during the men's conference and asked him what was up with Annies Dad. Chris didn't know what he was talking about so they went to Annie.
As it was, neither did Annie know anything so she began to ask Kim questions.
Well, it seems that Dad had told all of his tenants to not pay him anymore, that he was letting the building go back to the bank. SERIOUSLY??????
Okay, so now there is this guy named Mike Holden that is an attorney with California Recovery Bureau. It seems that he helps people get money that is owed to them. This guy is working in Dads favor, but had Dad been smart, he wouldn't have needed this help.
Here's the low-down on it. The shop was on a 30 year loan. However, after 10 years, they could do a balloon payment of $116,000 and pay it off. Dad obviously didn't have the cash (wonder why....Mom knew that date would come up and she would have prepared for it...what happened to that money?)
So, instead of making that balloon payment on October 1, 2014 (the payment due date...the first payment that the tenants didn't have to make to Dad), Dad let the building begin the stages of Foreclosure. That usually takes about 3 months before the bank decides to take possession of things.
The building sold at auction for $154,000. That is a profit of $38,000. That is where Mike Holden comes in...to recover that money for Dad.
So, that's not all. Seems that Dad has taken all of his money out of the banks and doesn't want to deal with them anymore. He has all his cash in $20's and small bills in a box under his bed. OK...SERIOUSLY AGAIN???? WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF DAD?????
He helped Becky out with the recovery of her belongings in storage. That was a $4000 loan. Dad came over with a brown paper bag with the money in it, $20 bills mind you, and told Becky, "you will pay me back in the same fashion I am giving you the money. If you give me a check, I will refuse it." Apparently he was pretty stern about it, too. OKAY DAD....WHO ARE YOU NOW???
So why is this worth putting on my blog? Because Dad didn't find the need to tell any of his daughters about this. Because he told Lisa that he didn't think that any of us would have found out about it. Apparently Mike Holden contacted Lisa regarding this and Lisa got in touch with Annie and that's when the whole ball began to roll. Dad didn't think that anyone would have contacted us at all, so therefore he thought that he could get away with this. ALRIGHT DAD....I AM EXTREMELY DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU NOW. HOW MUCH MORE IMMATURE ARE YOU GOING TO GET??????
While talking to Annie on the phone, Dad beeps in on my phone.
"Hey, Annie...gotta go, Dad's trying to call." I say real quick.
"Really..." Annie says sarcastically with a laugh.
We hang up and I take Dad's call.
"Hey Dad!" I say in my usual greeting to him. I wanted to play this all off just to see if he would tell me anything. It is obvious that Becky, Annie and Lisa all know what happened now and Dad knows that they know. Will he tell me anything or is he calling to see if I am going to say anything at all?
"Hey Jenni," Dad returns. "How are you doing?" He sounded almost out of breath, but had some excitement in his voice like a little kid.
"We are in New Mexico right now," I return. "We are going to Pennsylvania."
We have a little small talk and I asked him where he was since I could hear some noise in the background.
"Oh I am at the salon with Geri. She is getting her nails done. There is also some people here that were in Ohio last year that were shut down because of a big storm out there. I was just thinking about you and wondering where you were and how the weather was for you guys."
Dad rambled like he didn't dare want any silent moments on the phone at all. I could barely get a word in edgewise. I just answered his questions, but I was also a bit sarcastic in my tone as well.
I then asked him, "How are you doing?"
"Oh, I am doing fine...yep, doing great. Feeling pretty good." Dad said. If I could see him, I'd think he was a 10 year old boy sitting on a chair bouncing his hands on his bouncing legs because he couldn't sit still...trying to hide something with small talk.
"Great," I said. "Everything going good then? Anything else going on at all?" I asked.
"Nope," he said. I fumed, but kept my cool.
"Great, well we are heading down the road with great weather right now." The small talk continued for a few more minutes.
"That's good...well may the sun be with you in your travels," he said. WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN????? HIPPEE TALK OR SOMETHING?????
I called Annie back. I told her of the conversation and that he didn't let on anything and I didn't say anything at all.
Lets see just how long it will be before Dad does say anything to me. Then I will let him have it!!!!
