Thanks to all of you out there who prayed!
After a day, the memory of the glorious, deluxe bathtub sales pitch was wiped from stepfather's memory. The only thing that remained was a contract with a really big bill. Stepfather decided it was way too expensive after all, and that perhaps it might take a bit longer than a month to get everything ready. He plans to cancel the contract by mail postmarked today, if he doesn't change his mind again.
Of course the thought of my being over there sorting through all his stuff practically every day, all day for the next month straight might have had an impact on stepfather's decision too. Hoarders love their stuff after all, all their stuff - whether it makes sense or not. I spent yesterday sorting, as an object lesson, and because it needed doing. Dad's pickup truck is great for hauling all sorts of things; you just toss it in the back and away it goes. The truck bed wasn't quite full yesterday, but it was close. It is going to be really tricky when we get to the point when all that is left is furniture, stepfather's enormous book collection, and their clothes. Mom has "grown out of" a lot of things, but stepfather is still slender, which means wrong size cannot be a strong argument for donating most of his clothes.
On the plus side, a friend gave me the names of some good contractors for doing necessary work inside the house, and things are progressing with finding a good tree removal firm to get the enormous trees removed before they smash more cars, the neighbor's boat, the neighbors house, &/or mom & stepfather's house....
Update: The order was canceled officially by mail, postmarked and sent certified return receipt. For good measure, stepfather was kind enough to call the salesman and let him know. Of course, it took a while for stepfather to get a word in edgewise, because the salesman kept interrupting him on the phone. If the salesman hadn't been so pushy and rude, I might have offered to reimburse him for his gas money, but I don't feel sorry for him anymore. Oh, and because there was this nasty clause in the contract that if things were canceled "after the order was placed with the manufacturer" but possibly before the three day cancellation deadline there would be a 33% damages fee assessed, stepfather did a stop payment on the deposit check too. Life isn't perfect, but it is slightly less awful now.
Update: The order was canceled officially by mail, postmarked and sent certified return receipt. For good measure, stepfather was kind enough to call the salesman and let him know. Of course, it took a while for stepfather to get a word in edgewise, because the salesman kept interrupting him on the phone. If the salesman hadn't been so pushy and rude, I might have offered to reimburse him for his gas money, but I don't feel sorry for him anymore. Oh, and because there was this nasty clause in the contract that if things were canceled "after the order was placed with the manufacturer" but possibly before the three day cancellation deadline there would be a 33% damages fee assessed, stepfather did a stop payment on the deposit check too. Life isn't perfect, but it is slightly less awful now.
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