Well, I took the high road. Emailed him and told him about the situation. Got the smart a$$ answer I anticipated. "Don't worry, it probably won't burn before it is auctioned off." Not that I regret taking the high road. Just amazes me that he can care so little about what was once his "dream house". Like it is a piece of dog poop stuck to his shoe.
Moved the last of the BIG stuff into the house this morning. I don't know what I would do without my friend T. It's 90 degrees here by 8 A.M. and he'll still come out and help a friend in need. They are showing my former house tomorrow, so I'll be out there bright and early packing and picking up to make it more "Presentable." Hurt my shoulder, but I was called into work this afternoon, and need to go in.
