Boy, oh, boy! It is not easy finding your dream home. I thought I had it until the home inspector came and pronounced my "baby" to be afflicted with all sorts of maladies. Her flue was deteriorated and needs replacing, the bilco door, in fact, goes right outside-the air is rushing in around the door frame, where you can see the light of day. Because the installed door was not properly framed, it is difficult to open the stuck door. You need a wrestling mat for that one. Ah, one of the most important factors in me finding a home is not having any mold. My lungs-old and new can't withstand that. There is mold in a corner in the basement and there is mud under the tiles in the family room. Yikes! Not good news.
We are thinking with the slope around the house, there is water runoff from there that is most likely seeping into the basement. Well, we can't have that going on. So, a lot of work needs to be done to get the house in ship shape. Though, I must say the first floor is gorgeous. Mom jokingly said I could just live upstairs. Forget the basement.
So, now, we are off to house #2, where the kitchen has to be gutted and redone. The kitchen is for a disabled person, so the counters are low and the cupboards though in good shape are quite dated. The HotPoint dishwasher from before my birth, I believe, is still running. Only problem is, I have no clue on how to run it. So, a whole new kitchen is in order, otherwise, it has everything I require. So, my contractor and I are off to explore kitchen ideas. I know it will be an expensive project, but a necessary one.
Well, I may not have a house, but I have a beautiful cherry sleigh bed outfit with nightstand, a dresser with an attached mirror and a highboy. Hey, what about the highgirl? At any rate, the fellow said, "Where would you like your bedroom suit delivered to?" "Well now, that is a bit of a problem as I thought I had a house, but I am not sure and I am looking at another house to buy."
This fellow probably thought I was nuts, but no more than anyone else thinking that. I did not buy the mattress that came with the bed. So, they knocked off some money for that. As I told my cousin, "Who knows who has been sleeping in that bed?" No thank you. So, I will be purchasing my own mattress.
Alright, Santy Claus, I have been a good girl and I am in need of a house for my sleigh bed. Huckleberry was chuckling over me getting a sleigh bed and the Santa Claus theme. How I amuse him with all my shenanigans. One being, that if the bedroom outfit doesn't fit in my house, I can not return it. Someone had bought the cherry bed set, only to discover that it did not fit in their bedroom. Thus, my chance to buy it. So, there was a new sign in fluorescent pink stating,"Make sure the furniture that you purchase fits in your house. No returns or refunds."
Who knows? Maybe, Papa Noel will end up with his own sleigh bed at the North Pole. How shall I deliver it?
So, who wants to buy a house continues. It is more like, who can find a house that is in good condition with no 'hidden' problems. May I suggest, if you are thinking of purchasing a home, make sure that you hire a home inspector as s/he will give you a true accounting and picture of what you are thinking about buying.
May you find your basement dry, without mold and a door that opens to the great outdoors.
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