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I had another talk with Good Sister about the sale of Mom's house. Niece E has moved out — I hope GS have her a big break on the rent — and the house is now listed.
But can we legally sell it yet? Uh, not quite. There's one more thing that the court has to do for us, and our lawyer was in a car accident recently. Good Sister was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, and that has set the tone for much of her life to date.
Nevertheless, we've had an offer. It's nearly 7% below ask, which is a thing that doesn't happen where I live. GS read the offer in detail, and she says it's because they're at the limit of what they can borrow. We sympathize, but GS doesn't want to accept such an offer even if she could right now.
The irony there is that this sale is the last of a years-long series of irritations for Good Sister. If she wanted to rush through, I wouldn't blame her. She asked me, "Are you hard up?"
"No," I said. And it's true. But it speaks well of her that she asked. Good Sister: a pain in the butt to live with, but the salt of the earth.
Oh: Evil Sister provided us with some real estate market intelligence. House flippers are uncommon in Gainesville, FL, except in areas closer to the U of F where there are a lot of students. My old neighborhood isn't such an area.
It occurs to me that someday somebody is going to tear up the brick sidewalks that my father laid with his own thands, hurting himself and swearing all the way. And somebody's going to undo my mother's attempts at improvement that were done with questionable taste and competence late in her life. Maybe someday another child will live in the bedroom just north of the master bedroom; I hope it makes them freaky and geeky.
But can we legally sell it yet? Uh, not quite. There's one more thing that the court has to do for us, and our lawyer was in a car accident recently. Good Sister was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, and that has set the tone for much of her life to date.
Nevertheless, we've had an offer. It's nearly 7% below ask, which is a thing that doesn't happen where I live. GS read the offer in detail, and she says it's because they're at the limit of what they can borrow. We sympathize, but GS doesn't want to accept such an offer even if she could right now.
The irony there is that this sale is the last of a years-long series of irritations for Good Sister. If she wanted to rush through, I wouldn't blame her. She asked me, "Are you hard up?"
"No," I said. And it's true. But it speaks well of her that she asked. Good Sister: a pain in the butt to live with, but the salt of the earth.
Oh: Evil Sister provided us with some real estate market intelligence. House flippers are uncommon in Gainesville, FL, except in areas closer to the U of F where there are a lot of students. My old neighborhood isn't such an area.
It occurs to me that someday somebody is going to tear up the brick sidewalks that my father laid with his own thands, hurting himself and swearing all the way. And somebody's going to undo my mother's attempts at improvement that were done with questionable taste and competence late in her life. Maybe someday another child will live in the bedroom just north of the master bedroom; I hope it makes them freaky and geeky.
