Round Four: Redux (or is it Reflux?)

The buyers accepted our proposal for mold remediation, so sometime between now and Aug. 18 a team of guys is going to show up and rip our roof off. Or half of it, anyway. Maybe a third. I'll bet the kids will want to set up lawn chairs across the street and watch. It should be pretty cool: guys in hazmat suits crawling all over our roof, ripping up shingles and tar paper, removing sheets of plywood, dumping it into dumptrucks (on our nice lawn! ACK!), sanding down rafters (I'm assuming that's what they mean by "abrasion removal"), spraying chemicals around, and replacing everything. It'll probably resemble a scene from E.T. I'll have to see if the foreman has a big key ring.

Yesterday we had the inspection on the house we hope to move into. The wife was home, and we got to chat a bit. She seems very excited that someone who will appreciate their home will be buying it. It sounds like they had an investor make an offer, too, but she just couldn't bear the thought of it being a rental. She was more than happy to take me on a tour of the garden we'll be inheriting, explaining all the ins and outs of maintaining the yard, and showing off the place. She even gave us their phone number and encouraged us to call again some time to go over and get more information. We'll probably take her up on it.

We get the inspection report today. I left before the inspector finished, but unless there is water in the crawlspace, he didn't think he'd find anything other than minor cosmetic stuff. He even took the time to show me that the signs of water drippage under the kitchen sink was not actually a leak, but errant water running down the sprayer hose when you use it. Not a problem. We hardly use the sprayer.

I had a bit of time to look around the neighborhood, too. It's a nice, quiet subdivision. We live beyond the side streets connecting the area to the other main road, so the only traffic past our house should be people who live there only. That's nice. We currently live on the "shortcut street."

I'm still coming to grips with the idea of moving. Other than my time as a missionary in Australia, which doesn't really count, there's only been one time in my life when I moved somewhere I didn't already know fairly well. And that ended up being only for six months.

We're still in packing mode, though we're rapidly reaching the point where anything that is left is needed for basic living. Soon we'll be doing something else we've never done before: having a yard sale. That could be interesting.