Talk about mixed feelings. P and I went over to Fox Way tonight to talk to Carlos about the house and the things in it, and wound up carting a small bookshelf and two boxes of books and magazines back to my place by way of Ye Chon. Carlos can't afford to keep the house; the union has been pretty worthless at keeping him at work since the beginning of the year, and it's anyone's guess how long the bank is going to let him slide on the mortgage. On the one hand, they don't want the house, but on the other hand, they kinda need the money. So we're all pretty much resigned to losing the place, and in the meantime we need to move all the things we want to keep out of there. In my case, that means a lot of books and magazines that have at least sentimental value to me, some of which have been sitting under the eaves for 30 years and are somewhat the worse for wear. I'm going to start packing them out of there after tax season is over on Wednesday night, assuming what's bothering me is just allergies and not something worse.
I feel bad that I can't help Carlos keep the place, but Maryland's politics aside, it's just not a good idea for me to move back in there. The place needs to be extensively rebuilt, the kitchen needs to be bombed at an intensity that would have appalled Curtis LeMay, and all of that adds up to a place that's not healthy for me to be in. Still, losing the old house is going to hurt.
Having the Winbox back online is good, and I appreciate P taking the time to troubleshoot it.