Closing the Sale

Andy and I breathed a collective sigh of relief the moment we found out Doug′s (the former owner′s) wife had signed her share of the paperwork.

In spite of the pitfalls, things seemed to be moving along fairly smoothly.

Then just as we packed up the moving van and prepared to spend the night on the cold, empty floor of the master bedroom, we got a call from the Realtor®. It seems there would be a problem with the closing date.

Hitting the Wall

It happened so often during the process, you′d think I′d have gotten used to it. But I tend to be a slow learner.

The first Wall Hitting transpired while in the rehabbing phase. An altercation broke out between The Handyman and me. As I wrote check after check, I grew angrier and angrier. We knew he and The Painter were taking advantage of us to some degree but we felt powerless to stop it.