We told the realtor last week we could clean out MIL's summer cottage last week so that he could take photos of the downstairs.
The inventory of the estate is done, which is good, so now Wax and her brothers have the means to legally access accounts and things like that. But we haven't started trying to evaluate the things we have to sell, apart from contacting these realtors. They took photos of the outside already, and we'd quite like to sell the cottage as soon as possible, because as mentioned before, there's a desperate need for some money here.
Well, MIL was living at the cottage at the time of her death and all of her stuff was crammed into it (and into the boatshed here...), so a) none of it is really findable, because of the lack of time and space with which it was packed into there; and b) the place was kind of bursting at the seams.
Yesterday I got her bedroom photographable, but there's still multiple carloads of stuff one would ideally like to take out of the kitchen, as well as so much stuff filling up the unheated veranda (also no electric lights, so it's both cold AND dark for these cleaning activities!!!) that it's quite difficult to walk from one end of it to the other.
Fortunately he hasn't gotten shirty about us missing the deadline, but unfortunately we only have a couple more days where Wax isn't working in which we could potentially still accomplish this... and we have negative space here at Knypplinge to put things in which we have to move out of there. (The bags and suitcases and boxes from yesterday are just, like, on the floor, and I had to pick my way over them in the middle of the night on the way to feeding Snookums the four times he woke me up to be fed. Because he is still doing that. Every single night.)
The inventory of the estate is done, which is good, so now Wax and her brothers have the means to legally access accounts and things like that. But we haven't started trying to evaluate the things we have to sell, apart from contacting these realtors. They took photos of the outside already, and we'd quite like to sell the cottage as soon as possible, because as mentioned before, there's a desperate need for some money here.
Well, MIL was living at the cottage at the time of her death and all of her stuff was crammed into it (and into the boatshed here...), so a) none of it is really findable, because of the lack of time and space with which it was packed into there; and b) the place was kind of bursting at the seams.
Yesterday I got her bedroom photographable, but there's still multiple carloads of stuff one would ideally like to take out of the kitchen, as well as so much stuff filling up the unheated veranda (also no electric lights, so it's both cold AND dark for these cleaning activities!!!) that it's quite difficult to walk from one end of it to the other.
Fortunately he hasn't gotten shirty about us missing the deadline, but unfortunately we only have a couple more days where Wax isn't working in which we could potentially still accomplish this... and we have negative space here at Knypplinge to put things in which we have to move out of there. (The bags and suitcases and boxes from yesterday are just, like, on the floor, and I had to pick my way over them in the middle of the night on the way to feeding Snookums the four times he woke me up to be fed. Because he is still doing that. Every single night.)