The one in which I tell you about trailers and evil easements

So last week after mom's surgery, I told you that without any sleep, Toddles and I went to see about buying a trailer to put on this lot. Yes, I am insane-refer to the title of the blog please.


So anyhoo, we have been living in this house since about 1995. It was Todd's grandparent's home. The house while it has been good, is falling in since it has NO foundation and is approximately 100 years old.
I won't tell you about how badly the roof is leaking over the laundry room and everything we have done to try to stop it.

Or how mold has developed in the laundry room due to the leaking. I'm pretty sure the mold has played a big part in my sinus issues and also my mom's cancer.

I won't tell you how bad the floor is falling down, but remember in the sixties how everyone's houses had "sunken living rooms"? Um, well we have a sunken kitchen and it's not on purpose! In any other house if the floor started sinking, you could get a floor jack and jack the floor back up, but see earlier sentence how there is no foundation, so we can't do that .

I also won't tell you how the refrigerator leans because of the sunken floor and how the door to it falls open at various times. I am terrified that the refrigerator is going to fall over on one of us.

You really don't need to know how the siding on the house is made from asbestos and it's going to be a nightmare to dispose of once the house is vacated.


And you would think that since we have lived here all these years without having to make any house payments or rent that we would have saved our money, but you would be blissfully wrong.

So things are not going well with the trailer purchase.

You see, Todd's papaw was paralyzed from the waist down and in a wheel chair. So in the years before the Americans With Disabilities Act, poor Papaw was here as a shut in and lonely. Remember before ADA you didn't have all of the handicap parking, and wheelchair access that you have now.
Well, in come the utility workers connecting up the neighboring properties- the city water service, the electric and phone companies.

These weasels would come sit on the porch to 'visit' with poor lonely grandpa, and 'oh by the way could you sign this easement for us Mr. Hicks?'

So there is a water main across the back of our property and power/phone lines. And guess what, we can't get them moved, we've asked. If they are moved we have to pay for it.

Todd and I had every intention of building our dream house here, but living in this one until it was completed. Well the house isn't going to let us, it is literally falling in on us, so we have to do something fast-hence the trailer. Of all the things I wanted to be in my life, trailer trash is not one of them! But it offers a quick way to get out of a bad situation.

I am so tired of having to fight with these awful utility people. The guy in charge of the water company is the one who came out and got grandpa's signature way back when. Now let me tell you about Mr. Water Utility Superintendent-he is a preacher. However he seems to loose his religion when ever Todd or I try to talk to him about moving the water line because he cusses us out and hangs up on us. Real class act there London Utility Commission. Since I always try to look into to the motives of people, I can only guess that Mr. Superintendent has a very guilty conscience about taking advantage of an elderly home-bound Christian man and is on the defensive about it.


To get these lines moved it would take about 50K or more, which we obviously don't have.

I keep hoping that all of this infrastructure money Obama was spreading around would trickle down to London and help me get rid of this damn water line.
If we could just get the water line moved, we could place the trailer with no problems from the other line. That water line bisects the best part of the property and because of their easement, the power company's easement starts where the water company's ends. Taking up a huge chunk of our little plot.


I keep begging the Lord to help us get them moved because papaw Hicks, a good Christian man, was taken advantage of.

We can't move, we can't sell it-we've tried, we are truly stuck!

I truly don't know what else to do. I can't ask for your prayers because I know that you are praying for my mom. I really don't know what else to do!
I am just so angry, frustrated, sad, and just plain disgusted!

Any advice or ideas would be greatly appreciated.
God Bless!