Selling Your House? Please Don’t Do This.

Posted by: ritasdigest on: April 19, 2008

In: House
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The house is all MINE! Mine, mine mine! I was so excited that I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything else had my students not been behaving like heathens all day yesterday before the closing. I finally got to meet the owner, who is a nice enough guy except for one small thing that he did.

He waited until the last minute to get his stuff out of the house, and there is still one thing left that he didn’t get. It is a malfunctioning deep freeze that is filled with…rotten meat! The guy liked to hunt, so not only is it rotten meat, it is rotten gamey, unidentifiable meat.

Needless to say, the house doesn’t smell very good.

I left a message for my brother, who hauls scrap metal, saying that there was a freezer he could have. I didn’t mention the rotting meat.

If my brother doesn’t take care of it, I am going to have to get some contractor bags and load the rotten meat into them, and then put it all into the garbage. I estimate that there is about 75 pounds of rotting meat, including fish. Unfortunately, this is not the type of thing that you ask friends to help you with. At least not if you want to have friends…

I have a feeling that this experience may make me a vegetarian for life. I can see it now…backyard barbecues featuring tofu on the grill.

Rotting meat problem aside, the rest of the house is just delightful. It turns out to have a functioning alarm system that I was unaware of. I also was able to talk the previous (I love that…previous!) owner into selling me an ancient piano for $250. It has a lovely sound, and it may be worth far more than that. Now I can consider myself a member of the ranks of middle class people who provide their children with piano lessons.
So I’m going to be very busy. To entertain myself during what promises to be a solitary undertaking, I am going to post before and after photos of my work on the house. Perhaps eventually there will be a picture of me in my skinny jeans, since this all promises to be a workout that will last for a year or so.

Speaking of workouts, the house is walking distance from the school. My son goes to the school next door to mine, so we can walk together through the park to get there. How cool is that? Oh, and there’s a downtown festival this weekend. I think I’ll sit out on my front porch (with a pitcher of lemonade of course) and listen to the music….