We barely made it out of the driveway for the 11 am start of yesterday’s open house.
We had lunch – for Ron, breakfast – at Captain’s in Sandwich. Ron treated. We’d hoped to get in to Chew, but the line was out the door.
I did some work beforehand, including making chicken and rice for Lizzie.
Lizzie had a tough time in the truck on the way back. She seems to be okay; I sure hope so, she took a nasty knock on the head and her legs were all tangled underneath her. I sat in the back.
She ate very well once we got home, and that’s a good sign.
We were told on Saturday there are three offers on the way. Sign went up on Thursday.
This is blowing our minds. Conventional wisdom is that it’s a bad time to sell and a one-bath, two-bedroom house is not in demand.
What conventional wisdom failed to note is that this house has a poured cement basement, room for a garage and an underground treasure: a 1500 gallon septic tank.
That means that the house is an excellent prospect for expansion.
Someone could pay full price for this house, sink $100,000 into it and make a very good profit.
Ron and I whittled the list of possible next homes down to five real and one fantasy one. The fantasy is mine: gorgeous property but private water and sewer and too far North for Ron.
Realtors are expected this afternoon for a second showing and to present offers.
I woke up around 1 am and had a tough time getting back to sleep. Slept in until 7:45.