As soon as I hit the fairgrounds at 6:00 pm (boy were they surprised to see me back), having lost an hour along the way, I met the realtor and my two friends at the house .... in the dark .... with flashlights in hand. We walked the perimeter first, getting stuck with cactus along the way. It looks pretty well kept in this picture ..... it wasn't in person. Knee high grass and cactus were everywhere looking to poke you.
When Patty said it was "rough", she was right. Really, I thought a good tractor operator could whip that into shape in about an hour. The inside wasn't as bad as I expected. However, it seems the owner decided to remodel himself, texturing the bathrooms with inch thick plaster and painting with colors that would make you want to throw up ... maybe that's where his color choice came from.
Even if you watch every episode of Chip and Joanna Gains Fixer Upper, it doesn't mean you know how to remodel. He retiled the kitchen counter with half inch thick grout. When the pieces didn't really fit, he just glued them on anyway. Note to self ... gut the kitchen.
The small bathroom had almost-black VERY rough tile he had glued on the floor. A cleaning nightmare. The wooden cupboard he had used for a sink was covered with very dark two inch tiles. He must have then poured some kind of goo over it all, but wasn't too careful. It dripped on to the floor. The bath surround didn't fare much better. Another GUT job!!
The master bath was ... well livable ... just don't eat before you enter. At over 2,000 square feet, the house had plenty of space and sort of an open concept. I could have made the laundry room into a fifth bedroom, it was so big. I kept saying "I don't know girls ... look at THIS", but truly a lot of it really WAS cosmetic.
In the end, I stayed up with the nicest Realtors in the world until 10:00, getting it written up. Here's the deal on the short sale. Having had a previous buyer, the bank had already gone through the approval process, getting okays from the divorced owners and approving the sale price. Those buyers backed out, but no one told the bank. That meant for ME, it would close in 30 days.
Bright and early, with absolutely NO sleep as I re-designed the kitchen and bought furniture for every room (in my head of course) and worried myself about the condition, I trotted off to take a look in the light of day.
Since I had called the Building Division, I knew all the setbacks. There was plenty of room to build an RV cover on one side next to the existing 30 amp plug and a 20 x 30 garage on the opposite side for my car. Packrats are a problem here ... your vehicle needs to be protected.
I dug down beside the house in several places to find the skirting totally rotten. They nailed it on, then pushed dirt up all around it. That's BAD!! It meant termites were a big problem, as evidenced by their little tubes running up the sides here and there. That's a BIG EXPENSE to dig out and replace it with concrete block or flashing.
Finally, while walking on the back patio checking out the construction and looking for wood rot, I noticed a hollow sound on several of the tiles. Hmmmmm that's not good. Around the corner I went, pulled back the weeds and found THIS!! Squirrel heaven. I could almost fit in the hole myself. Upon further inspection, I discovered the hole underneath was so large, the concrete had broken and fallen down, making for the hollow sound from the tile.
That was the death bell I heard in my brain. This entire patio would have to be removed. I saw dollar signs. Especially since the Realtor and I had discussed just how much money I could put into this place and not go under water. I would be looking for my scuba equipment if I purchased it.
I sent Vince a note saying I was withdrawing my offer. They said they understood perfectly and that was that. No cigars this time around!! No matter, it was really fun to see my two girlfriends again and say hello to the people at the Fairgrounds RV park.
This morning I'm off again for California!!