Testament to my lack of multitasking ability. I got a job! You know it! I’m a librarian in an elementary school. I am serious about making certain our youngsters learn how to use a library. Gotta insure the next generation of keepers of the culture are in the making.
A job, and still with the probate. The government, through the Probate Court, is trying to take my property from me. I never would have filed probate had I not discovered it was mandatory. I didn’t get the memo on how one deals with a parent’s property after they’ve gone. I thought it was a simple matter of filing some paperwork and the transfer would be complete. It was once so. But no more.
Had it not been for the kindness of a worker in the tax man’s office, I never would have known what I was supposed to do and would have been stuck paying taxes way out of my range of ability to pay. One way or another, the tax man, the government wants my property and will bollox me up in court, without an attorney, to have their way.
My mom was my best friend. It is from her that I inherited my independent spirit. I cared for her the last four years of her life, preventing the State from having the spend money to house her in a rehabilitation hospital or some such. My service to my mother saved the State $28K. Guess they want to recoup that money they waived when I claimed hardship. If your parent received state-supported medical care, in the state of California, the cost will be billed to the estate of the deceased. I never thought of my mother’s home as an “estate” and here is where I made a big mistake.
As I understand this process, I was supposed to sell my mother’s house to pay the State and the tax man. There is no consideration of not wanting to sell. It is assumed this will be done to pay the deceased’s debt to the State. What a corporate concept, no death pun intended.
The dead cannot pay, and the living should not be forced to pay the debts of the deceased without an upfront statement of terms and a set of circumstances that is fair to all parties involved. Shoulda, woulda, couldnota.
Anyway, the job, probate, looming foreclosure, are all balanced by the fact that some progress has been made in the diagnosis of my AS. Perhap that is why I can see all the flaws in the court system that is really not accessible to the average Jane. My lack of counsel throughout this process has been a terrific burden. Without money, the average Jane has to do the best she can with research and moving ahead as best she can alone. Free Legal Aid will not help with Probate. Bet Tzedek will not help with Probate.
Where do poor people, who want to keep their family homes, find assistance with Probate? Nowhere. Because the State wants to take property from the poor and sell it over to some corporation. Filed the Final Accounting, but the Court is not satisfied with it and I will have to ruin my perfect attendance record at my job to go downtown and be flogged by the judge.
At least, I’m reasonably healthy, now have a job, and I’m still clothed in my right mind.
See you in the twitterverse @MavisMaven!