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Cob: RE:Please help :)P.Rose pro6103u at postoffice.uri.eduThu Jul 1 14:17:28 CDT 1999
At 12:05 PM 7/1/99 -0400, you wrote: > I cannot believe what I read as a response to Trinas' letter. What the >heck is going through your minds. I believe that we should ALL have the >right to live within our means and what WE chose as long as no one is >getting hurt. While the one quoted response (one! get a grip.) was a bit over the top, and presumed quite a bit, it's still true that trying to end-run, resist, or oppose the building inspector is likely to cause more problems, and cost more money, than would making an obvious, good faith effort to meet his requirements. I mean, having your children forcibly fostered out, and loosing your house because your mortgage payments got eaten by fines and rent, are pretty high stakes, and more than I'd pay for being in the right. If you'd planned things a bit more carefully ahead of time (which may not have been possible) you could probably have done things differently, but given the amount of time you've got, I'd find out how much a compliant septic system costs, work on getting the money for that(1) and see if you can't get a temporary variance (or whatever they call it) for everything else. *(1) Some painful, but possible, sources of money: (A) Beg or borrow from relatives, or even friends. (B) Try the bank that carries your current loan. they don't WANT to forclose, after all, and if it's just a matter of adding $8,000 to the loan, and extending it five years to keep the payments the same, they might go for that. (C) Sell the furniture, and downgrade the car. (D) Lease some part of the property to someone else, or sell the timber off it. (the woods will recover, eventually, your family won't.) If, on the other hand, you really want to do this the hard way, I'd give serious thought to sending the kids to live with someone else for the next 12 months or so. --Goedjn ps. For what it's worth, I've lived the way you describe, for about three months, when my parents were building their house. emptying the chamber pots somehow became *MY* job. :-( But it didn't seem to scar me permanantly. But we had the advantage of a mile long dirt road, and relatives next door with whom we were nominally living.
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