http://jackpineradicals.com/boards/topic/mts-homeselling-nightmare-chapter-2/Oh man.
The crass materialism of the gimme crowd on Manny's jackass message-board makes one ill.
Magical Thyme (1099 posts) September 10, 2016 at 9:02 am
MT's homeselling nightmare — Chapter 2
Just to balance things out with Retrowire, lol! Also help maintain my sanity…
Chapter 1 ended with a contract that misspelled my name all the way through, plus a missed phone call leading to missed appointment for the broker’s walk through. Contract was corrected, signed and returned that evening. Extra week to clean gave me time to scythe the front lawn, weed out the gardens and harvest most of the taters. As a result, they were able to take new exterior shots.
Chapter 2
Tentative appointment for broker walk-through was Wednesday morning, presumably at the same time we’d set the original walk-through — around 11ish am to give me plenty of time to be finished morning chores. As usual of late, I woke up in the middle of the night in deep depression, spent several hours in fear and depression and sometime around 6am, right when I should have been getting up, fell asleep and got a couple hours of desperately needed shut-eye. Iow, I started the morning running 2 hours late.
S’ok, I told myself, they won’t get here until 10am earliest, and we left plenty of time for unforeseen morning snuff-ups. This time, I remembered to stick my cell in my pocket while doing chores, and I was off and running. By 8:50, I’d fed the birds, dogs, horses, and bunnies, cleaned the barn and was just starting on the bunny pens. That’s when my phone rang. When I pulled it out of my pocket, I accidentally pushed a button and terminated the call. ****!!! Forgot my reading glasses, so squinted hard, found recent missed calls, pressed call-back, and had Jackie the realtor on the phone.
“Yeah we’re heading out, be there in 15 minutes.â€
“WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?â€
So after I had a minor coronary, I got Jackie to visit some other property first and bought myself another hour. Phew! I cranked myself up to warp speed and, after a couple short cuts, had the bunny pens reasonable, myself cleaned up, my clothes changed and the mud Luna tracked in the kitchen more or less cleaned up with the water he sloshed out of their water bowl. Did I mention it was foggy and drizzling out?
When the brokers arrived, my big, bad watch dogs both somehow slept through the SUV driving in, people getting out and wandering around. Luckily I didn’t. When I opened the front door, the dogs woke up and sheepishly started barking extra hard to alert me to the intruders.
Everything after that went reasonably well. I had a chat with Jackie as they were leaving, explaining that I will not allow anybody on my property until the horse and bunny chores are done because I’ve seen people’s lives ruined when other people decide they want their horses. I described 2 stories I witnessed — one in Massachusetts and one up here — and that I one vet up here who wants my arab mare (she already had destroyed a friend here in Maine; somebody wanted his dream black percheron filly). I had multiple other examples I’d witnessed and experienced, but didn’t need to go into them. My point is, I don’t want anybody given any excuse to call animal control because the animals are immaculate when I put them to bed and it looks like a tornado came through a manure pile first thing in the morning.
‘Nuff said. This chapter ends happily with my property in realtor.com w/in 10 days (versus 30+ 6 years ago with the realtor that screwed me) with 25 lovely pix (versus the awful pix the prior realtor used after throwing out the good pix her partner took).
I was a little surprised to see they took a pic of the garage interior, featuring not the empty car space, but the space full of bunnies! I was also a little surprised to see she made a point of adding the automatic garage door openers. Apparently she didn’t hear me when I told her they don’t work! Another thing I’ll need to get fixed pronto. I’m praying it’s just a battery issue…
shanti (138 posts) (Reply to original post) September 10, 2016 at 3:10 pm
2. are you selling your horses?
sorry if I haven’t followed your entire story, but i do know you have horses. it seems it would be more difficult to find a new place to move to with livestock.
Magical Thyme (1099 posts) (Reply to shanti - post #2) September 10, 2016 at 3:25 pm
3. goodness no…
I’m moving inland and north (brrr). The area I have my eye on right now, I can cut my taxes almost in half, my hay bill in half, my square footage in half to hopefully contain or lower my heating bill, supplement my heating with a wood/pellet stove, increase my acreage considerably. And if I don’t take too much of a bath selling this place, there are low enough cost properties to enable me to pay off my student loans before it’s too late. With one place, I’ll actually be closer to a credit union in my cu’s network. It’s a tiny town, same size as the one I live in now, but with 2 vet clinics, 1 equine vet, and at least 2 or 3 big boarding barns with indoors (not that I can afford that, but where there are horses there are support systems for them). I will be very close to the Canadian border.
I’ll be losing the ocean, which instead of being 20 minutes away will be a couple hours away. I’ll be gaining lakes and brooks.
Okay. From this and other braggings of the idiot girl--she's baptized that because she insisted Messalina Agrippina wasn't going to get the Democrat nomination for president
after the former First Lady had already accumulated more than a majority of the delegates--one gets the impression that while she's not one of the 1%, she's at least of the uppermost 49%.
Which means she's better off than more than half of all Americans.
And having been a supporter of Methuselah, I think to be sincere about her politics, she needs to give away all the extra she has, to those who have less.
