Argh! We have been in contract negotiations for a week now. Yesterday afternoon, we got the wonderful news that the buyers have accepted our terms and we are full steam ahead with the sale of our home.
You see, my recent post was a blissfully naive ranting about the joys of anticipating the move into our new home. Little did I know then while we were lost in our dreamy romance of what the new home holds, the buyers were at our existing home--and had brought someone with them. They hired the mother of all inspectors (think Bill Murray in Caddyshack but instead of the arch enemy being a cute, furry, little gopher, the enemy is mold.)
And we happen to have it.
Uh-oh.
The Swede and I are both babies of the family. We are not take-charge kind of people. We sit back and wait for others to take care of us. That's why our next-door neighbor friends call our home about twice a week to remind us to close our garage door before bed. We need to hire Bob Villa as our live-in homeowner nanny. Who was to know that our humidifier was supposed to be lower than its current setting, "indoor rain forest". All that moisture trapped in the attic and, unbeknownst to us, we had a culture growing up there. Think all those little mold spores floating around, crying "I GOT NO WHERE ELSE TO GO!!"
That's fine with me. They can just stay right where they are...they get disinfected and sealed-in next week. So help me God, if I hear the word "remediation" one more time, I'll go all Louis Gossett Jr. on 'em and scrape them off myself.
Anyone care for some blue cheese?
2 comments:
How did the inspection turn out for the house that you're buying?
It turned out well. There were a few things but nothing earth shattering.
Even the mold isn't that bad. It's not as bad as it sounds. And, it's not the bad kind of mold.
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