Anti-climax
I called the borough. I talked to Jane, a nice lady who informed me "it happens all the time, don’t worry."
Look, okay, when I get something that has in big red letters "TAX DELINQUINCY NOTICE" and the word "foreclosure" on it, I get kind of hot and bothered.
But Jane said not to worry and to talk to my mortgage company.
Which was, of course, my next step.
I will not go off on a rant about outsourcing to India. I will not.
Ahem.
Jarmesh was very polite. Once we had communicated all the particulars, he said that everything would be taken care of.
So…Now that I know where the info is, I will be watching the escrow balance like a hawk.
In the end, I am left feeling very anticlimactic. I hyperventilate and panic–the borough and the mortgage company act like it’s no big deal. It damned well better be no big deal, is all I can say!
In the meantime, I leave you with the physics behind why peeling old wallpaper is a bitch (someone went to the trouble of a study to point out that peeling things slooooowly really helps a lot?!), and with Big Dog Beta, humanity’s answer to the Big Dog robot.
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