I can see Beckett’s Point from the front yard!
This misty, moisty morning I met with some of the local characters who are helping us get ready for the move. This is a town of nine thousand. The businesspersons all appear to know each other well. My realtor is a tall, white-bearded ex-Texan. He has been managing our offer/counter-offer process, and he knew who to call to expedite the inspection process. He’s also the reason so much of this deal has reminded me of poker.
The first fellow was in charge of visual, physical inspection. He was genial and wiry, like an elf. He carried a little bag with the odd-looking tools and meters needed to check plugs, pillars and any place water comes out.
He never stopped moving as he went, bent, poked, switched, crawled, wrote, and snapped pictures. He went from under the deck to over the rooftop.
An hour after his inspection the result was online. He wrote a hundred notes in 45 minutes, but all he really had to say was, “nice house”. He documented little bits o’ rot here and there. The house matches the new owners.
Character number two was the “king of the county septic inspectors”. Been doin’ it forever, like an old stagehand who’s seen them come and go. He didn’t need a probe to find the access ports under the spongy, wet ground cover. He’s done so many hundred of these inspections he could feel them right through the soles of his thick work boots.
He tore the plants back like a patch of living carpet and had the 150 pound cover off the big port within a minute. I wish I had him around at the Dementia Care home to lift people! Did you know that when a septic system is working properly it doesn’t smell? I didn’t. The gas gets aerated through the soil. Our tank capacity is 1100 gallons. I haven’t a clue if that’s a good number. I took my reaction cues from the other men, who were nodding approvingly.
The poker-playin’ realtor will know how much credit to ask for from the sellers toward any required repairs and upgrades. The inspection period on Casa DeLuxe ends in five days. Then we have 20 days of escrow before our purchase is complete. You’re all invited for the virtual housewarming. OH, I forgot to mention one difference I noticed in what they call “staging” here versus what was used for it in California. This admirably horrible table, decorated with shells to the point of complete non-functionality, was among the furniture left on display there to inspire potential buyers. I would like to meet anyone who thinks this is an example of tasteful design. I’m sure it would be entertaining.