It may be cold in PA but we're going to hit the high 80s again today.

I'm home on a run to drop off stuff that I'll stash in the garage for an upcoming garage sale. Then back to move one last large item to my friend's storage locker. We've swept, checked, photographed, and oh, yes, called the police because someone came into the back yard and stole some expensive yard maintenance items (that were to be picked up today) after plowing through the trash out front. No one is at the house overnight now, and the cretins who come by at 2am have no sense of at least taking a neat look and moving on. They tear open and dump contents of trash bags. Makes one want to hide behind the dumpster with a can of pepper spray or mace . . .

The bottom line is, this is the end of all of this. Tomorrow the bank gets the keys, he gets the form that signs off his responsibility for anything else, and he faxes a copy to code enforcement so they stop pestering him if the place gets messed up after he leaves. An empty house is an invitation to vandals. He doesn't need to keep getting tickets if the house still shows in his name in the tax records until it is formally sold by the bank.

I've certainly had many days of exercise with all of this cleaning!

SRS