September 17, 2009
Dear Everyone:
The
townhouse is gone!
Finished! (Sort of.)
Last Thursday I called “Jeannie” to tell her that
the escrow was scheduled to close the next day and that she needed to
get all the furnishings, etc., out of the townhouse by Friday.
She objected as there was too much for her to handle all by
herself. She would be there
in the morning to supervise the movers taking away all the staging
furniture that we had rented.
And she would get the movers to bring her table and dresser
downstairs for her. But
everything would not fit in her car in one trip.
I said that I would meet her at 3:00 Friday afternoon to help.
Friday morning, I got a call from my
realtor saying
that escrow had closed, she had been paid her commission, thank you very
much. I checked my credit
union account, but so far, it only showed the usual balance.
“Jeannie” called me from her place to tell me that she had
already made one trip taking things back to her place.
I told her that I would meet her at the townhouse at 3:00.
Around 2:30, as I was getting ready to leave, I checked the
credit union one more time.
I just about jumped out of my chair when I saw the
balance. Lots more digits!
Even after paying off the mortgage, commission, etc., I had
cleared more than I originally paid for the place.
Hallelujah!
I drove to the townhouse and parked in the carport
as usual. As soon as I
entered the patio, people inside the house came out to see what I
wanted. I explained that I
was the seller and that I was meeting my sister to help remove the rest
of the personal property.
They were the buyer's wife and rental agent.
The buyer's wife said very nice things about the condition of the
property and the fact that I had labeled all the keys.
(Apparently, people don't generally do that.)
A little later I realized that I was parked in
someone else’s carport. But
not for long.
“Jeannie” had already managed to move all the big,
heavy potted plants from the front of the house and donated the bricks
to the crazy "Mole Lady". We
were able to fit everything except two wooden bar stools and the
headboard from the "bed" into my car and “Jeannie's”.
Then we drove up to the
condo and put the patio furniture out on
the patio.
“Jeannie” declared:
“It’s not going to rain anytime soon.”
Early Saturday morning we had a spectacular
thundershower, very unusual for this part of
California.
The wet furniture was waiting for us on the townhouse patio when
we got there. We actually
managed to get the headboard into the trunk of “Jeannie’s” car, with the
bar stools on top of it.
Deciding that there was no need for me to drive up
to Concord (originally we thought it would take both cars) we went to
lunch instead. Then
“Jeannie” drove home and I did my weekly grocery shopping.
On Sunday, we celebrated by going to a movie:
Taking Woodstock.
It is very loosely
based on the people who actually put on the famous
I understand that the director went to great
efforts to recreate some scenes that appeared in the original
documentary. I also
understand that many of “Alice’s” neighbors in upstate New York appeared
as extras. I don’t have any
idea if it is factual, but we enjoyed it.
Yesterday, my realtor called to tell me that she
had researched the law in
San Ramon and it turns out that you can’t sell
a property unless there are
smoke detectors in each bedroom, a
relatively new law. She
bought the detectors and wanted to know if our friend, the plumber,
could install them. (This is
what I meant by “Sort of”.)
Turns out, the plumber is in
Love, as always,
Pete
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