Day 44
Our home inspection was yesterday. As a bevy of people flooded into my home I began to lose count of them. Let’s see… One buyer’s agent, one buyer, inspector number one, inspector number two, one seller’s agent, one 7 yr. old home from school, one dog, one husband leaving, WAIT… where’s my son, oh that’s right he spent the night out. And a partridge in a pear tree.
I took a double take at this cast of characters and some of them looked a tad familiar. Hmmm. The buyer’s agent, not Mr. Bowtie, but a stand-in I know I’ve seen before. Home inspector number one looked familiar to me too. What was going on, was I delving into some sort of past-life experience?
My husband had stepped out and wasn’t there for most of the inspection. It wasn’t until he returned a few hours later that we put it all together. Get this…The home inspector was the same guy who flooded my “Cute Little House’s” basement at that Home Inspection and cost me upwards of $5,000.00. See “The Nightmare of the Last House We Sold” Whoa! What a coincidence. Once we pointed this out to him, he turned bright red. Oh-ho-ho, he remembered us alright. “That insane cat lady with the litter down your toilet, right? Oh, man, what a mess!”… Yep, that’s us. It was quite funny to make this oh-so-strange connection. The story then unfolded and was retold to everyone in the room, including our potential buyer. Although, I don’t really think she heard any of it, she was busy redecorating in her mind.
Her stand-in agent actually turned out to be a guy who showed us a house in Timonium 3 years ago when we were shopping for this one and before we actually hired another agent. Ooops… Awkward. We ended up buying this house without him after he showed us the Timonium house… twice.
The whole situation was quite a hoot which lightened the mold situation a bit! That’s right you heard me MOLD! But not as bad as you may think, but still… it’s MOLD! And I didn’t even know it was there! How long have we been breathing it in? It is located under the stairs to our finished basement. Not on the floor, but on the actual stairs. AARRGHH! Not good. Probably every time we go up and down those stairs we dislodge a few particles. This I’m sure will be some sort of sticking point with the buyers, although, I’m hoping the mental renovating trumps a few tiny spores.
Apparently, there is also some sludge on our basement wall by the oil tank. YES, I know it’s there. It was there when we bought the house. It’s there because some underpaid oil delivery man could care less about actually getting every drop of oil in the tank. It’s just something we live with. It’s behind a door. You can’t see it unless you open it. So, hey… Don’t open it!
From what I can tell, those are the only real things they could find wrong with my house. I knew it was a good house! Nice, expensive, good house. Yes, I guess you get what you pay for. But I could still be wrong… Home inspector number one might hold his basement flooding embarrassment against us… you never know.
