10:42 a.m. - 2007-08-24
the return of The Clerk
I was supposed to go sign refinancing papers for the church yesterday. Our construction loan is due to turn into a mortgage. I was supposed to sign with the two people who signed the land sale deal. The day before signing, I got a call saying the lawyer determined that actually the President of the Corporation (yes, my church is incorporated, and there is drama and history there which I won't go into) and the Secretary of the Corporation needed to sign. Since I'm president of the corporation, I still had to go. According to the website at the state capitol, the Secretary is still The Clerk.
The good news is I didn't have to call TheClerk. The bad news is that four other people did, and the information wasn't fully synchronized. Since the information wasn't synchronized, she got nervous and did some research. Her research led her to the conclusion that she shouldn't sign.
Unfortunately, I had to drive four children to the lawyer's office in Fincastle half an hour away to learn of her refusal. Two of the four children needed to be awakened from naps. Naps which they needed to make up for the lack of napping yesterday. sigh....
The lawyer was very apologetic. I was very forgiving and understanding. FirstBorn was very nosy and did a lap around the lawyer's office while the lawyer, his paralegal and I talked. And then I loaded up the troops and drove home, not being prepared to make this an "outing."
So the construction loan is to continue until the end of September. We'll have a congregational meeting on September 9th so that the members of the corporation can vote on who gets to sign the refinancing papers. And hopefully I can arrange for signing to happen on a FRIDAY MORNING, so if I do have to take children, it will be the child who is quiet, independent, and capable of taking direction....
My father's response to the situation was: when the congregation votes, see if you can get out of being one
of the ones to sign. "I have all these kids to cart around....etc." Try
[after you get out of it] to make sure THE CLERK doesn't get out of it.
To which I replied: I would rather take four exhausted, hungry, unhappy screaming children to the lawyer's in a van with broken A/C and nothing but bad country music on the stereo than try to pawn the duty off on THE CLERK. It would be less irritating and more productive....
