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

My Life is Pending

Sale Pending Sign  Guess what???  People are really taking my house!

We opened escrow Friday, and here it is Monday, and our agent has not called to tell us that the buyers were “just kidding”. By Thursday I hope I can stop holding my breath.

I have postcards from 3 moving companies proclaiming “free estimates” that I want to call tomorrow. And I have important lists to make.

Redundant to-do lists like:

  • Sort through >
  • Pack    >                EVERYTHING!
  • Clean   >

I don’t know whether to start changing our mailing address, or freak out.  Escrow closes in 45-days. When is that? I want to schedule movers a few days before that, and give my notice at work 4 weeks before that.  Where the Hell did I hide the calendar? I could use the calendar app on my phone – if I knew how.

Freaking out looks more likely by the minute.

Assistant to the Castle

House For Sale

I used to be The Woman of the House. Now I am The Houses Woman  Slave.

My new morning routine is to coffee up, tidy the kitchen, hide things, and try to get some work done on my sister’s memorial before the phone starts ringing.

Our house is quite popular. I schedule showings for agents and their clients all day long. We have had a few good nibbles, but no offers we couldn’t refuse. All we want is our listed price and a buyer with a pre-approved loan. We think that’s reasonable.

Our agent is surprised that we have so many showings during the week. We are damn lucky, because we can’t show the house this Saturday. It would just be too tacky to give tours of the house during a memorial service. Wouldn’t it?

Chaos will begin tomorrow evening when my beloved girls &  favorite son-in-law arrive. There will be musical beds, hidden toys to be found, and plenty of hugs & giggling. The reason for our gathering, and the person missing from it, will add an undertone of sadness, that, shared by many will be a lighter burden. Which is why we have these things, I suppose. And along those lines, I must bid you adieu and get back to work.

TTFN