I dreamed about floors. I've been dreaming about floors for days. The home inspection on my putative new house (actually it's a remodeled old house) is tomorrow, and the owner agreed to replace the floors downstairs with hardwood floors to match the floors upstairs, and it's still not done. Nor is the carport converted to a garage yet. Which is why we agreed to reschedule the home inspection, gave the owner an extra 7 days, and the stuff still isn't done. Not even begun. And my husband wants out of the contract. But we talked to my expensive, but good real estate lawyer, and she says we can't get out of the contract unless the work isn't done at closing. Which is the 23rd.
I am kicking myself for not putting a punchlist and timetable of work to be done in the contract, but I didn't. Verbal isn't good enough in a real estate contract. I knew that, but the guy seemed trustworthy. And maybe he is, maybe it will all happen like it was supposed to. But written is better. I always seem to learn things the hard way. So I'm dreaming about floors every night.
The upstairs floors really need at least another coat of urethane. We did the floors here, where we are renting, and we only put two coats on, and it wore off in spots, and it looks like hell. So I am planning to lightly sand the upstairs floors as soon as we get possession, and put down another coat, or maybe two, before we start moving in. I think we need to find out what brand the floor guys used, but maybe the buckets are out in the pile of debris that's killing the grass in the sideyard.
Homeownership. Eeeekk. |
