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      Tuesday, July 22, 2008

tales from the parkside
09:12 PM - 07/22/2008

The topic: Please keep your fingers crossed….


The appraisers came by mom’s tonight.  The (hopeful) new owner was there, he paid them.  They seemed okay with it, we’re asking sixty thousand for it.  It’s a really nice place and mom did a great job of keeping it up.  (She moved there in 1988.) 

The big selling point is the yard.  It’s a big yard for a mobile home park, she has lemon trees, peach trees, even a producing avocado tree that she grew from a seed.  The wife, before having seen mom’s place, told the park manager that she really wanted to plant a lemon tree.  Well, mom’s got a couple of those with tons of fruit on them.  Both Bill and Norma fell in love with it and he says he goes to sleep at night thinking of things they want to do there.  Like pull up the carpet and put down laminate, reside it to make it look like stucco, things along that line.

So far, the hold up was from the (hopeful) new owner’s union guy, the one who needed to send the information to the prospective lender about his retirement.  But the man is back from a two week vacation and now things are moving along. 

I sure hope they get it.  One of the things I was asked by the appraiser when I was inside with her, was about the refrigerator. She asked if it was staying.  I said if Bill and Norma get the loan and become the new owners, we’ll leave anything they want.  Like the refrigerator and the washer and dryer. That seemed to be a good answer, she wrote it down.  They moved out here from back East and live in an apartment now and these are things they’d need.

So, please keep ‘em crossed.  Bill said tonight this place was made for he and his wife.  They really, really want it.  And they’ve got an Irish last name, so it’s only fitting it stay with it’s ethnic group.  *lol*

We should know in the next few days.

Well, that’s it for now.  I’ve got cats to medicate (Pancho, Richie, Chandler, and Bart).

Will you miss it when it is gone?  I hope everything goes well and works out for them and you.

My parents always tell me to sell the house when they are gone, and I will, because I am far away from there and will never live in that area again. But I was raised in that house and it will be hard to see it go.

I hope they get it. To see someone happy there would be a good thing.

Posted by Wilkal @ Wednesday, July 23, 2008 - 6:28:47 PM

Everything crossed here!! Looks like a perfect place for them.

Also, sending get well wishes for your kids. Just read about Chandler, and hope you got the medicine in him. Poor guy was probably embarrassed and a bit mad!

Posted by Bobbie @ Thursday, July 24, 2008 - 6:43:24 AM

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Nope, I won’t miss it a bit. My mom bought it back in 1988, the year after my father died.  I had already been married for close to three years then, we already had this house. I was 35 and hadn’t lived with mom or dad for quite a few years by that time.  The mobile home holds no dear memories for me at all.

That place was totally mom’s. I visited rarely, because we were never really that comfortable together. Talking on the phone every morning, five days a week was plenty for the both of us. 

I’ll just be glad when it’s sold and taking care of her affairs will be done with.

Posted by lisaviolet @ Thursday, July 24, 2008 - 12:51:18 PM

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