Appraisers, Inspectors and Agents – Oh My!

“Doing anything fun this weekend?” a friend asks.

“Not at all,” I replied.   And at the time, I had no clue about how much fun I would not be having. After cleaning and removing clutter all Saturday morning we were ready for the afternoon inspections. The first one was the comprehensive Home Inspection at noon. The Pool & Spa Inspection was scheduled for 2:00 pm.

The buyer’s, their Real Estate agent, and 6 inspectors showed up early. Both inspections started simultaneously at 11:30 am. We should have gone out to lunch because it was excruciating. But we were home because it was Saturday, our day to do chores.  Hubby was mowing lawns and pruning when I got home from running errands. I knew there was trouble when I saw the 5 vehicles parked together at the curb and none belonged to our kids.

It was so weird to see all those people in my house and yard. Using all the appliances, turning on all the lights, leaving the front and back doors wide open, looking into all the cabinets and closets,  running water in all the sinks and showers at the same time – full blast.  Everything our kids got in trouble for doing. Six strangers were doing this to my house, and California law says I have to let them.

A couple of guys were very rough with things and the blinds in the den got ripped away from the window sill, fell and scratched my new printer.  And whoever did it never disclosed that it happened at all.  Nice.  Then there was a guy commenting about how dirty the windows were. I wanted to throw a bucket of soapy water and a squeegee at him (even though he was right.)

After Inspection
…………..to this
Before Inspection
Our home went from cute……………

The couple wanting to buy the house came in all happy and smiling. After 2 and a half hours of listening to everything wrong with the place, they did not leave happy and smiling. The husband seemed to be particularly depressed. “No doubt looking forward to his honey-do list”, said my hubby knowingly.

I’m certain that we have seen the last of those people.  Now I’m  incredibly depressed…

Disclosing The Neighbors

Neighborhood Chickens

Question on the Property Owner’s Disclosure Form:  Is there anything about this neighborhood the buyer(s) should be made aware of?

Are you kidding me???

How do we be honest without frightening them away? You live in the same place for 24-years and you get used to things. Like the guy down the street who revs his motorcycle several times a day. Or the retired guy that mows his lawn 4 times a week. Worst of all, the house behind us and one over belonged to an elderly couple when we moved in.  When the couple moved out, The LOUD Family moved in.

LOUD is a gross understatement of the decibel level achieved by the mother in this family. Within two days the entire block knew the names of her husband, kids & pets. Sometimes we weren’t exactly sure who she was screaming at. These anonymous blastings were the LOUDEST of all. The woman could out-swear any sailor, and do it while screaming at the top of her lungs.

Did I mention this was mid-summer, and everyone had their windows open?

The night one of her kids decided to light a candle in their room is etched into my brain forever. The poor kid was called every name in the book (and then some), lectured or screamed at (sometimes both) for 2 hours. Straight. When mom had her say, she left the room. When mom thought of something else her “idiot child” needed to be told, she returned to the kid’s bedroom and screamed some more.

I could not listen to any more of this verbal abuse, and I got up out of bed and debated with myself the pros & cons of  “getting  involved”.  If she screamed one more time I was calling the police station. What I really wanted to do was start screaming back at her. It was 11:00pm and a school-night to boot. I need all the beauty sleep I can get, and she was disturbing my peace.

It turned out that I was not the only neighbor ready to call the police. In fact, a petition was circulated and signed by the residents requesting someone have a nice long talk with the LOUD Lady and tell her to SHUT UP. I’m sure the patrolmen who delivered the petition and explained common courtesy to her were diplomatic. Everyone held their breath a couple of days, then sighed relief.

That was 5 years ago. Summer has returned and windows are opened. The frequency of the LOUD Lady’s outbursts has declined, but she has started to become LOUDer again. To add to the cacophony, the LOUD Family started raising chickens this year. I never heard hens lay before this. It sounds very painful. Also LOUD.  And we have to disclose these facts, in writing, to potential buyer’s.  Damn it!

Maybe a nice Deaf Family will fall in love with our house, throw money at us, and insist we move out ASAP .

It could happen, right?

😉
photo credit: Compassion in World Farming via photo pin cc

Weekly Photo Challenge: Close

BFFs
Cindy & Me in 2008

This photo was also going to be last week’s entry for Friendship, but I ran out of time. This gal and I met in the 3rd grade, went to different schools, lived in different cities. We remained in touch and for a brief time are living in the same town. Definitely my BFF 😉