The House on Laurie Street, Pt. 2

Otherwise known as The House That Granddaddy Built...

For those of you that don't already know this, my given name is Laurie. I may have mentioned that somewhere in an earlier post. I forget.

So, during this time of year, eight years ago, Sissy and I begin our quest to get Mom and Daddy out of the house and into, first, an assisted living facility, then, second, a nursing home. (More about that in another post.) After we'd accomplished this no small feat, this left Mac living in the house for the next three years until his Death By Natural Causes. You already have an idea of what transpired during this time.

Sometime during the last year or so of his life, Mac began getting into conflicts with the Coach, his Wife, and their property Caretaker. Mac accused the Coach of flying surveillance planes over the house. The Caretaker accused Mac of threatening her son and standing out at the street, pretending to shoot at passersby. The Wife called Sissy in a tizzy.

Mac may have been crazy, but his delusions always held truth and, in this case, as we have seen, he really was under surveillance, just not by plane.

Mac also accused the Coach of acting as if the property was already his. He was not wrong there, either. Once when Sissy had hired a man to deal with some downed trees on the property (cut them up and haul them off), Coach appeared. He walked straight onto the property and up to the man demanding to know what he was doing. He wanted to make sure the trees were not getting cut down.

Anyway, long story short, at some point the Coach called a meeting between himself, Mac, and the Chief of Police. I kid you not. Apparently they stood out on the lawn and came to some sort of agreement. About what, I do not know. Mac, however, claimed to be fine with the whole scenario. I've come to suspect he was, once again, biding his time.

I digress and, I suspect, repeat, but as I started off saying, our relationship with the Coach and his Wife was Complicated.