It’s On!

I had a nice chat today with my friendly neighborhood mortgage broker, and what I got from the conversation was essentially this:

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine. Your credit is fine and we should be able to finalize things in a couple weeks at a rate that you’ll be happy with.”

What’s not to love! Absolutely nothing save for the jiggery-pokery of how this all relates to taxes, The 1912 House, and all the rest. For that, I grind my teeth at night to the point of waking at 2:00 a.m. wondering how it’ll work out. Sure, the new mortgage payment will be light, but what about the improvements I’d need to do? What of the dead oak tree in the front of the house? (get the seller to pay for its removal! – ed That’s a cute idea, but they don’t want to sell in the first place. Hell, they’re likely cranky that I accepted their counter-offer so quickly. If it weren’t for their pesky kids… – bob)

There’s fire abatement to get done. There’s a sewer test, a roof leak test, a site survey to find the actual boundaries (kinda looks like Ohio at present, but who can say for sure until the Man With The Transit shows up). Let’s face it people, there are issues!

Oh, did I mention my in-laws? No?

Good. (for now)

Your best pal in the entire Western United States,

– bob

P.S. If you’re trying to send me email, here’s some tips to avoid having your message automatically to into the bit-bucket. – Be someone I know. My friends and frequent (friendly) correspondents catch my eye and are saved from “empty trash” oblivion. – Put something useful in your subject line. If you decide that it’s funny to put in a mention of Cialis or breast enlargement, my robots will trash your message faster than you can say “chimpeach!” – On the subject line theme, maybe reference something you’ve seen here or comment on a post, or just use the secret code word “Apple.” (I don’t immediately throw away anything from Apple so that’s a good hook [and subject to change if abused])

Gee, that’s about it. So send me something, won’t you? – bob