New words would have to be invented to express how I feel right now. It's been a few days but it isn't fading. This started *the very first week* that I finally didn't have any estate work on my schedule. Almost 3 months ago now. I finally had a break and the city immediately shows up and says my dad's house has code violations. Thursday morning last week the city was going to go in front of a judge and have a hearing to decide whether to start fining me or not. It was already scheduled. But I got the case closed Wednesday. Frigging skin of my teeth. The house house had six violations and I managed to get the case closed before they could start fining me. It feels good.
I am still peeling from that sunburn I got three weeks ago. I've been getting blisters on my hands because my work gloves really don't fit. I worked so hard that not only did neighbors stop in their tracks and ask if I needed help, I had wild animals ask if I was okay. They didn't offer to help but they were concerned.
The final violation was "overgrowth" with the plants, but they never told me specifically what plants needed to be cut and how much, so I just whacked at plants every day in the hope that the inspector would show up one day and say it was enough. In this heat wave. I ripped out enough plants to stuff the yard waste dumpster beyond the point that the lid could close 12 times, and I don't have tools for this kind of work so I did that jive by hand. Plus bulk trash day three times. That was all branches and palm fronds. The dumpster was just vines and roots and such. Enough to stuff it past the brim 12 times.
Oh and I had to paint. Funny how during the probate case I wasn't allowed to paint because "It could affect the property value" but then immediately it's "Why isn't this painted?"
Oh the city also tried to steal my dad's old work van because it had an expired tag, which wasn't my fault because it expired before I could inherit it, and since then it's been in legal limbo due to it being registered to his small business (which no longer exists) rather than himself. The court said it's mine, but the titles office said they want a signature from an owner of the company (zero such people exist) before they'll transfer it, so it was just in limbo while the government disagrees with itself. City didn't care. They wanted to tow it. So I had to unhug that mess.
I won.
I don't even know what to do with myself.