Well, four guys for 4-1/2 hours. The inspectors picked apart every inch of this 4,200 square foot house. It was the dreaded home inspection day and it didn't disappoint if you were looking for anxiety, chest pain, and feelings of powerlessness. I know it ain't over till it's over but I'm feeling a little deflated. But that's what comes with selling a house. I still feel they want it, so we'll see over the next day or so.
It all started with a bang, literally, when three cars collided behind the chimney inspector who quickly turned into the driveway. Police, ambulances, and tow trucks set the serene setting for the buyer to look at when he came to meet the inspectors. "How's living on Route 29?", "Oh, no worries". I heard the building inspector must be going for employee of the month and he left no stone unturned. I can see every window, curtain, closet, and cabinet he went through looking for things to report. In the end it is what it is, I keep saying that to prevent the depression from setting in. And no doubt the 100 degree day made the inside of the house feel like, well, 115 degrees. Perfect, and it's not even summer.
Before Theresa took me to work yesterday I buried St. Joseph near the front door. He's the patron Saint of selling a house, it might be lore, but at this time I'll take all the help I can get. And the reason I got a ride to work is because today was "Better Get Maaco" day for the new Suburban.
I was hesitant to go with Maaco because for decades I have known them to be the ones to do quick and cheap paint jobs. You know, a couple hundred bucks to cover your car in paint. That's no prepping, priming, coating, nothing, just paint.
But last week I spent an hour with the owner, Matt, who went though the truck from head to toe. He was amazed at how clean the truck was for it being a 2004. No rust anywhere, not underneath, not even around the wheel wells, just a tad on the roof. At some point someone tried to repaint this lovely gem, and whoever did it did it poorly.
I watched Matt go over the truck and mark every spot that needed attention before being primed and painted. There were a few dings here and there that will be taken care of.
While the timing may not have been great with me returning to work today I wanted to get it done before it becomes another thing I leave not finished. Plus, I deserve to ride around in a nice looking truck. We're supposed to hear back from the buyer in the next few days and it will coincide with the truck being done. So if the deal doesn't go through at least I can drive around in a little style.
We have to remain positive and remember they absolutely love the house. It's beautiful, but does need some, well a bunch, of money and work put into it. From what we gathered from them they will do it up right, and not the half-ass hack job I've been doing around here for eight years. I've tried my best, and broke my ass along the way, I just hope it was enough.
Tomorrow's another scorcher and Memorial Day weekend looks like a rainout. So the grass will burn for the next three days before the CPR rain falls to bring it back to life. It's May and
we're already in 90's and high 80's. It's great timing since I ditched all of the air conditions so the house looks good. I guess I'll be sleeping in the buff for the rest of the month. Let the new owners get a glimpse of that.