This morning was a little different. I didn't hear from my realtor
about meeting at the house at eight o'clock but I went there anyway.
Shortly after eight o'clock I texted my cousin to let him know I was
at the house and he said he would head over. Not long after that a
car pulled up next to me and an old man got out. He was soon joined
by a couple other guys and they went around the back of the house
with a ladder. Turns out the old guy was the owner and at least one
of the other guys was a roofer. They walked around the roof and took
pictures for awhile. My cousin got there and we just stood in the
driveway and talked, waiting for them to get down so he could go up.
He ended up not being able to do that because we ran out of time but
he was able to tell by looking at it and watching the guys walk
around on it, that it had twenty-year shingles and that they should
have five to seven years left on them. My realtor later heard from
the other realtor about what was happening with the seller. He had
the roofer take pictures and was going to have an estimate on Monday.
I went in over lunch to sign the counter offer and my realtor
suggested adding in that the owner would replace the damage to the
roof based on the estimate of his roofer. I briefly thought about it
but than said no. For one, I didn't want to keep going back and
forth. And two, I didn't want to lose the house over a few shingles.
I was happy with the price I got and not having to replace to roof
for at least a few more years. No sense dickering with it any more.
I was about fifteen minutes late to work (and now I know how long it
takes to get across town) but ran into my friend's dad in the parking
lot and was about five more minutes late. We're not counting that
though because in the conversation I told him about two of our
resources for ebooks because he primarily uses a Kindle now. We
talked about a few different things, including the new job at the
library and my current house-hunting adventures. I told him where
the house is and he thought about it for a second and realized he
picks up the guy who lives in the duplex across the street every
Sunday for church. The guy is a blind woodworker and my friend's dad
said I would never be able to sleep-in on Sundays because the church
van has a really loud backup beeper. Something to look forward to.
He was also telling me that my friend and I were both good guys and
needed to start hanging out with more girls because we should have
wives and it's a numbers game. True.
This morning at work I did things. I updated information about my
tech classes so all the information I collected has been added to
spreadsheets and documents. I also did other things but my mind is
kind of blanking at the moment.
I saw the most adorable thing this morning and it started my hearing
someone slowly climb the stairs near the reference desk. Eventually
I saw a country guy, dressed in a polo shirt, nice jeans, boots, and
a baseball cap. He stopped before he got to the top and not long
after I saw why. He was holding his daughter's hand as she slowly
climbed the stairs. She was wearing tiny overalls and cowboy boots,
and had her blond hair tied up in two little buns on either side of
her head. Adorable.
My lunch break was once again spent at my realtor's office signing
the counter offer and talking about inspections. I said I'd think
about the whole house inspection but I didn't really think it was
necessary given we have the information from the inspection a month
ago. It would be $400 to be told the same things that we've already
looked at. I might regret that later but for now I don't think it is
necessary. I think I'm just going to do the radon and termite
inspection, along with making sure my insurance company will insure
the roof. Fingers crossed on that one.
I was already going to be a little late to work so I ran home real
quick to grab my lunch, which I hadn't thought to bring with me this
morning, and ate it quickly on my drive back across town to work.
Two days in a row now I have eaten in my car. I kind of like sitting
at my desk more. It's a lot less rushed.
This afternoon I continued doing things at work. I finished picking
the books for my most recent personalized reading list yesterday but
today I was able to move all that information to an email along with
the other information we send, and got that sent to the patron. I
also will potentially have a new homebound patron next month so I
typed her a letter and enclosed that in an envelop along with the
sign-up material. The goal is that she can get that filled out and
returned before we go out next month and I'll be able to pull books
for her. I also did other things at work but again, my mind is
blanking because I am super tired.
On my way home from work I had to stop back by my realtor's office to
re-sign the counter offer because he had to add something in that he
forgot the first time. We then went over to the house because he
wanted to check real quick to see if there was a radon detector in
the house. There was not, which means I need to get that inspection.
We did manage to find the sump pump, which is kind of hidden under
the stairs right up against the wall on the other side of the
downstairs bathroom. My realtor noted that it is actually hooked up
to the city sewer, which is apparently illegal. My brother can
probably fix that, or knows someone who can, so I'm not too worried
about it.
Tonight I kind of just zoned out and watched YouTube videos.
Tomorrow I need to call my insurance company and find someone to
inspect for termites and radon within the next week. Hopefully that
goes well. But first, I'm going to sleep.
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