Signing The Contract
Met with R and the realtor today and signed the contract for the house. R was a little adversarial, and at one point I feel she was downright rude. She feels I shouldn’t have used an agent at all, but since I’ve never bought a home I wanted to have help. R wanted to finance the home for me for five years, and then have me seek new financing. Interest rates right now, though, are at an all-time low. If I refinanced in five years it could cost me thousands of dollars.
It’s nice to have R be so defensive for me, even if it is a little overpowering at times. All the “extra mothers” are one of the benefits of working at the college. I’m going to miss all the free advice when they retire.
R’s mothering also has an unexpected side benefit – my natural mother isn’t pestering me to death because I’m too busy phoning her to talk about R!
Anyway, we rolled Paul’s commission into the house’s final price, and I really feel it’s almost a done deal. I have to get my financing in order, and I have SEVEN DAYS to get the home inspected.
Very scary. I don’t think the home will pass inspection until we get it cleaned out more. Paul seems to feel it’s pretty easy, but there are rooms in the house I can’t even get into. How can an inspector possibly certify a room he can’t see?
Tonight I’m cleaning the closet that has the attic crawlspace. I couldn’t find it earlier because a large cabinet was square in front of it. Dad moved the cabinet and now I’m bagging clothing. It’s going pretty quickly (four bags so far) and would be faster except for the pocket-checking. I found $80 in one of her coats.
(later)
Up to about fifteen bags now. The closet’s main floor space is about halfway empty, another fifteen bags should do it. I’ve found American Express money, plus other smaller bills.
My latest thought is to hire students to help with the garage, but I’m not sure how R would feel about that.
