estate law is serious shit

So I am realizing my sister really has got a lot of reason to straighten up and fly right regarding the estate. That house exists. It's half mine. She has the dosh to buy me out with the stroke of the pen because you bet she used the time with Mom in her house to bleed the estate dry of liquid and minor assets. Installed her kid in the house, sold off the stuff, you know, 'coverinng expenses." 

Which is not going to look good in an audit. Especially for someone who's lifelong career was based on fiduciary trust. Not a good look if it happens and if a lawyer finally listens to me and starts litigation, the chances of an audit skyrocket.

It's not only her reputation, but oh boy, it includes criminal charges and all that nasty arrest stuff and court time. Then it's very expensive one way or another, even if you don't have to book in for a few weeks or months stay.

Even more cute, no limit on litigation even if it takes me more than 12months or 18mos, there is no limit on the liability of cheating a sibling out of their legally entitled portion.

So honestly, her cheapest and simplest option is cut me a check for half the market value of the house.  

It solves me for her and for me because I can make that work. That solves everything for a few years, and most things for a lot longer. My house is mobile, if necessary, I can find a different marina or mooring. Once i have it. It's cheap enough to let me pay off my debts and cover all the costs of purchase and basic repairs needed and even a few years of fixed expenses can be paid in advance. I love doing that when I have extra, overpaying a utility so I can save later. It's a form of savings account nobody can steal or borrow or seduce away. Nobody but me and the utility company, bank or other service supplier needs to know. I bet I could sign a long term lease paid up front for a decade at least with the marina. 

That is a lot of time to heal and sort it out, and try to get an art career to happen.

I've got so much material, actually. It would be really fun to dig it all out and put out a whole show of everything of my own creation that I still have with me. Even if it's just my own workshop studio space!

Honestly, the house I'm watching right now is 3 floors plus a roof deck and enought space for a shop, a sewing space, painting area, computer room, roommate and my own bedroom, large loom, plants and art and kitchen and the bathroom is my favorite type. Actually, the whole thing is soearly 1980s still, it looks familiar and safe in the pictures. Because of my income, the design of my spaces lagged well behind that of others and the newest I ever had was 80s. Most of the time, it was prewar, appliances included. Georgian or just post ww1, yes. My last home was 60s era with early 2000's appliances. Very bland and white and nondescript classic shapes and style. 

Anyway, point being, I like the idea of a familiar vintage kitchen as old as me. I just worry with the house being so old, will it need too much help to be healthy and safe? It might need floats replaced or mold removed,for instance. The whole thing is sided in metal so that's nice but the windows look draughty as fuck and that might be worth looking into.

Maybe just plastic overwindows in winter, though. They migth magnetically attach to the walls and be easy. Hard part is where do I put the ladder to reach the window? Not on a floating kayak for sure. heheh. That's one reason it hasn't been renovated, it's not on land so that kind of work is difficult. Getting it onto land is expensive.

I was mentally wondering if a ledge could be built for the job of maintenance. Handholds up and a safety harness clip system could be used. I dunno, I just find it easier to overthink this than to think about how my life feels. 

But yeah, the more I learn about estate law, the more hope I feel. She is on borrowed time if she plans to stick with plan A. It's only good till I find the lawyer willing to work on spec, and I might just try harder. I'm trying to hard to stand back and let the magic do it's thing but it's like I already did the magic and fought the boss mob, what is this parkour level obstacling? Ok, maybe I"m just imagining it all.  

See, time is a funny thing and probate court is slow and the very least wait is 6mos for a judgement before it even goes to trustee to search for me. If sissy bitch is pretending she has no clue where i"m at (because Im homeless, oops, wrong approach, that triggered the law) then that could slow them down a lot. It's why I wanted to contact the court but can't figure out how. It's like a hollywood movie plot at this point!!

  I seriously wouldn't have made up this shit.

I can't get through to the court because I can't find the right category on the website drop down in which to file the correct document, even though I had filled out said document. I may not mail it in and they refuse counter service. The only option they offer is that website. I tried contacting the disability advocate to help me ask the probate court to include me in the information but she said she couldn't actually do anything whatsoever and that included helping me file for the information.

I tried the pro bono law options around town and they all said they won't work cross province. I tried some ontario ones, and they won't take a client not from Ontario.  

I asked a few private lawyers who seemed to take charity clients and not one would touch, specifically, estate law without a retainer in advance. I don't know why nobody heard me asking for help to file a request for information and took that to be "and litigate on my behalf after that." But whatever. Probate court is supposed to do this automatically. My name was ON the obituary. They must have asked. Either she gave them my info because I made sure she had it last year, multiple times, or she told them I'm of no fixed address as a way of demonstrating what a worthless bum I am. Backfired if she did that, it would be the trigger point of a reordering of the will. See, destitute offspring automatically get a share, regardless of context. The court sets the size of the share and the trustee must find, however long it takes, and deliver to this perrson that share of the estate.

I'm not that hard to find. I have a valid ID, tax information and driver's license, and she knnows exactly how to communicate and has done in the last 30 days. Sooooo, it has to be happening.

It just does. 

Unless they put a huge equity mortgage on the house and spent the money, leaving the house, like mine, owing more than it's market value. That's how I lost mine, so it's possible.

But only if mom had dementia. She maybe didn't give a damn if Carola drained the bank account but I am dead sure I was meant to get the house or part of it. If it's still worth 1.2M and it ought to be, that's going to take care of me. Half of that. She can do that, she can finance to buy me out without selling the house. 2nd mortgage paid by her daughter, cosigned by mom, for example. Half price house, belongs to the daughter for good. 

So anyway, I can't yap at the internet on social media about this. My sister stalks me online. I have been unwilling to block her, and it's not exactly stalking since we are "family" so I don't say anything, but I do recognize that she's out there. she's listening. she isn't here though. Nobody is, maybe nobody will be, except, of course, you, anonymous distant reader. You know me better than I know myself, and yet you don't know me at all. I love that. I expect you do too, or you wouldn't be reading. I guess it's parasocial? 

Honestly, at time of writing, I havent' checked stats in months and there was only one regular visitor from quite a distance away. So if you're still here, hi, thanks. you make this more satisfying than telling my walls and pets, you know?

Float house, that's what I need. Big enough for my art so I can finally spread my creative wings. In good enough condition that I can move in immediately and book the medical treatments I need so badly.

Yeah. Kayaking from my house to the park to enjoy a free evening concert? Yes please. Sitting on the roof watching from afar because I"m lazy? Sure, why not. Roof deck? Lifelong dream, actually. Also, spiral staircase. I have never actually told a soul how I feel about those. i dream of having one every time I have a stairway in my house, and every time realize how impractical it would be. this house, it has one that goes from 2ndfloor to the roof, through the open space of the boathouse.

It's a small house built inside a giant barn. I've daydreamed THAT since 1992 when I first saw someone do that. it's a private dock on the waterr. I've always wanted free access to a dock on the water. It rocks with the waves. Maybe I won't like it? I think I will love it. I think I will sleep better because of it. 

The daydreams just keep going.

You know I still have my crystal chandelier and matching sconce shades? That beauty is big enough to go in the main boathousewith the sconces bracing to either side. Just can't put it over water as the crystals would get lost down there.

Oh and I want a drysuit. I want to go swimming without getting cold or getting my diaper or ostomy wet. I want to go under my own house and explore the seafloor, the underside, play like a fucking seal in the underwater world. Like when I used to go swimming in pools and was always under the water. no tanks or air needed, freediving. 

I was farting about on the clarinet and found I still have amazing breath control. My flute is taking too much breath at a time, I need to see if I can change that.

Yeah, still practicing instruments when my brain allows. Brain fog has been a battle, a huge one. I've lost multiple days to it, barely able to function. Then with the hernia now being so bad it just falls out and starts tearing the hole bigger, it's just been lousy for making things or practicing music and such.

Oh, yeah, and a new thing, I have stage fright. I cannot remember the melodies if someone is listening. Music flees my head. I know I make mistakes and in fact then I do, and then I am unable to play anymore. I've quit trying to force it, reluctantly, because it was a source of income. I'm dead sure it'll come back when I have rested AND practiced more. I play more when I feel better, and then play better, which makes me play more. I love the sound of the music when it flows. It's magical. Then I feel sad I can't find a way to share that joy. 

But yeah, I think a ton of problems will heal away when we remove the stress of being illegal and a social pariah and simply hated for existing. I can't access the care I need, have no ability to look forward to the future without terror and dread, except the hope that my mom left me an apology for all she failed to do and all she didn't have to do to me but did just to see me squirm.

I don't only feel like I'm worthy, but also that I'm wise enough to use it perfectly to ensure the maximum value for myself. when I get to living on ubi or disability again, it'll be cheaper to live because I prepaid things and repaired things and fixed things and upgraded things. speaking of which, my phone is end of life at 5 years now and the battery is giving grief. Another problem to solve. I still have 2 payments of *all* my discretionary cash per month to give to the mechanic to pay off the brake repairs.

I was NOT overcharged, believe me, it was a nasty job. Dude cut me the charity deal. I would recommend him. if you can stand him. He's a slob with cigarette smoke wreathing. Nice guy, kind and caring, a bit brusque and gets annoyed and likes to be left to think, and filthy as it gets and his crap everywhere. Oh and didn't learn english. Won't likely. dude is clearly neurodivergent, LOL, but his savant trick is mechanics. he's been to germany on the fancy ones. I should try him on my car door. When I can afford it.

Anyway, so it goes, and here is hoping the probate stuff goes in my favour and quickly and without me having to interfere even slightly.  

I think it would be so much nicer if it was all the court's actions, no prodding from me, no sign of manipulation. Just way stronger of a point if I stay innocent, you know?

Yeah, that's why I can't talk about it in front of her, I want her to think I don't know anything, that I accepted her story last fall and went on my less than merry way. Unless and until she can be notified by an agent on my behalf, I won't say anything of my thoughts or the law as I think I know it. she's a paralegal accountant, she is better at reading that stuff than me. She'll figure it out. Don't FAFO this business.  

It's just so damn painful waiting.