We recently listed our other 10 acres for sale. It's on another road in our enclave, and was purchased when Genius was a toddler, and The Pony was a baby. It was for investment purposes. The original plan was to have it for the boys when they grew up, to divide and build homes. With neither of them having a desire to do that now that they are adults, the plan is to sell the property and give the proceeds to them. It's the property where HOS (Hick's Oldest Son) lived for a couple years in a trailer before he moved to town.
This property has a well, and septic tank, and access to electricity with a pole ready to plug into and activate. There's a flat section suitable for home-building, and a lot of woods that slope down to a creek. A metal building on the property can be used as a workshop, or for storage.
Anyhoo... for a couple years, a friend of Hick had been planning to buy it, with a firm offer and some money down. Then last summer, he said his wife changed her mind. No hard feelings. Hick gave him his money back, even though he didn't expect it. Another crony had been awaiting a chance to buy it. The Pony periodically asked about the progress of this sale, but Hick was not following through with getting a firm commitment, or listing it.
Last week, Hick called Realtor, and took her a map showing the plot of land. As with most real estate ventures Thevictorians have attempted lately, something went awry! The address we have always used for this property was actually for a different plot of land, only five acres, behind the neighboring property.
I was in a panic, but Hick said that Realtor told him it was nothing to worry about. That our records showed we clearly owned a 10-acre plot of land, and it could be cleared up by contacting the title company from our original purchase. She was right. There's no problem with the ownership or property lines. It's just that there's no numbered street address.
Anyhoo... on Monday, Realtor listed that property on her site. She told Hick that she had three people interested, and it had only been on there one day. One of the men had called her, asking where the well was located. Which means he had physically driven to the property and walked around. Hick went up to take a picture, and scheduled a meeting with Realtor the next morning, to explain it to her and sign papers.
Hear that? It's our old friend, The Universe, laughing its fool head off!
I got a text from Hick at 10:34 Tuesday morning:
"Val. Realtor fell and is at emergency room so she won't be in office today."
"Oh no!"
"She says that they are saying she broke her humorous bone"
"Humerus. That's the upper arm."
"She said that she fell and landed on her shoulder. That could take a while to heal at her age."
So now we have a property with several prospective buyers wanting to see it, and Realtor is in no shape to drive out here and give a tour. Hick says she can drive with one arm, because he does it all the time!
I feel bad for Realtor. I hope she can heal with just a sling, and not need surgery, and that they give her painkillers as needed. She may want to sit in her office and take phone calls and attend closings, but I don't see her showing properties for a while. Hick says she has another guy working with her in her office, so I guess he could help out with that stuff.
It's always something...
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