I totally forgot we were blogging about this thing. And by "thing", I mean the pandemonium known as buying an older house. I can't believe the saint that was our real estate agent is even still speaking to us, after all that we put her thru, but she is. She brought us some brownies after we moved in - and they weren't even poisoned! I know she was relieved when it was over, probably more than we were. Before we even owned the thing, we put a new roof on, scraped and painted a bunch of the so-called lead paint, had the brick garage demo'd and hauled off (loooong story), redid the electric on the well, etc etc. The lead paint thing was especially idiotic. I didn't think it was any big deal but here's the way the mortgage company sees it playing out in neighborhoods all across America:
A happy child of three or four is skipping along a residential neighborhood, and suddenly realizes that she's hungry. Instead of going back home (because her parents have probably already called the five-o about their missing toddler) where she could enjoy warm cookies and milk, the child instead spots an older home up the block. She thinks to herself: "MMMM! That house looks tasty! And it's pink, too - my favorite house flavor!" Without another moment's thought, this sweet child dashes out into the street and heads for the tasty house. Soon she's eating her fill of delicious lead paint chips. Fast forward another few years and the child is a drooling buffoon. And it's all because the terrible and irresistable culinary delight of lead paint was let loose upon an unsuspecting neighborhood. It's a trajesty. Someone should do something.
So yeah. To get the mortgage (by way of their seemingly endless cadre of inspections), we had to do some pretty insane things. But no matter - we're in, dammit.
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