On Sunday my son's half-sister stopped by with three little girls. I thought at first they were all hers even though it was odd that one had curly hair, the other two straight. But it turned out the curly haired girl was the daughter of the half-sister's boyfriend. Who A (the half-sister) didn't even know about until January although she'd been living with the boyfriend for a year or more.
Have you got that?? All three girls wanted to draw so I got out pencils and markers and they had fun. How delightful to be around kids. The curly haired girl drew this picture and asked me to draw on it too. How my drawing pales next to hers. "Bag," she said, and started withdrawing all the markers from the box and when I gave her a bag she stashed them in there.
I said she could have them if she shared. No comment. "Chair," she said later. She nodded toward the TV although that TV only works for DVD's. Then she nodded at the computer monitor. Finally I turned on the real TV and found Sponge Bob but they were all ready to leave by then. What fun.
Meanwhile back at the ranch I was supposed to sign the Purchase and Sales agreement on Friday. However I called the Realtor and told her I felt that the house needed too much immediate work as revealed by the inspections and that it was too much for me to handle and I wanted to withdraw my offer.
She went into Realtor mode, and did what I call "yelled" at me. I was getting a good deal, all houses have carpenter ants, doing a roof is nothing etc. etc. At the end she said do you want to take more time to think it over. So, humbled, I said yes.
There are so many lives at stake in a sale, no? The Realtor fights to get the highest price she can for herself (commission) and for the seller. When she thinks the sale might not go through or the price go down she goes into brutal salesperson talk. Supposedly she is also my Realtor, but this is a hard row to hoe, being realtor for both the seller and buyer.
Meanwhile, on Saturday I emailed her that I agreed with myself about withdrawing. But at noon she phoned me, and pretended (my opinion) she hadnt gotten my emailed withdrawal and I burst out with "Oh I guess I'll go through with it. I said I would." (My homeopathist said awhile back I should make a choice and stay with it.)
On Monday morning the P&S was still unsigned by me though. I called my lawyer and she said we could ask for an extension on the decision until Friday. So, I have a few more days. But will that just extend my torture?
old pajamas still feels I can get more house for my money and that this one is overpriced. But old pajamas hasnt looked at the 56 houses I've seen before, a good number overpriced and another good number trashy inside. Really I can hardly determine "overpriced" as to me they are all overpriced.
To further torture myself I looked at a darling little year round cabin here in NH on a lakefor $160,000. It is only 520 square feet but the owner is meticulous. This place even has an underground sprinkler, a hot tub, a gazebo, a storage shed, a full sized washer and dryer. A tub vs shower stall (unusual in a place so small). A Jotul woodstove. A metal roof ( great up here -- snow slides off it). It is clean beyond belief. It has a two car garage and lake access. Fully insulated.
Of course, no way I can live in 520 square feet. But the condition and conveniences (he even had electricity and a paper towel holder in the storage shed) are incredible. Rarely do you find a homeowner who takes such good care of his home.
I also flipped through listings in the Putney area and Amherst/Northfield area. More and more places are coming on the market. Much larger, human sized places for the same or teeny bit more price as the Cape Cod cottage. Although property taxes just about everywhere are higher than on Cape Cod.
What's it all about, Alfie? I feel like I am in an episode of as the world yearns or churns.