Well, we have found a nice buyer for the Prussian Green Money Pit. Today my pal Iris came over and helped me dig up all my rhubarb. She's going to try to keep it alive in pots for me until after we move.
I think we've found a place to move, though I'm going to cry myself to sleep every night thinking about the mortgage (metro DC is a cruel, cruel place). Quaere: isn't it supposed to be a "buyer's market"? Then why is our seller acting like such a nut? He called our agent 36 hours after signing the contract, telling her he'd had another offer for $10K more than we'd paid. (Agent: "So? Dude, you signed a contract. If you don't go to settlement, we could sue you.") (Well, she didn't really say "dude" but I wish she had. It would have been funny.) Please, Lord, please help us just get to settlement without having to make a side trip to court. A nice concession from our deranged seller would help too.
Meanwhile, some good news, some good news indeed: new posts from dylan.
