Thursday, May 17, 2012

Sold, Not Sold, Sold, Not Sold

In the adventures of selling a house I call foul. Last week I thought my house was sold, this week ... it's not. The person who put in an offer changed their mind after the inspection which apparently found nothing major wrong (okay, so the bathroom door doesn't shut properly, if you live alone ... who cares??) According to the realtor there was no real reason for the change of heart, the prospective buyer just thought the minor things that needed doing weren't worth moving into. Fair enough but I have learned a few lessons from this.

When an inspection is done I'm going to put a time limit on how long they have to decide to take the house or not. This woman had the inspection done at noon on Monday, asked for a couple days to think about it and didn't make a final decision until Thursday. I spent 4 days in a high state of anxiety and I won't make that mistake again.

And when another offer is made on this house my lowest price is going to be higher. The only reason I accepted lower than I intended was because the quick sale was convenient for me and meant I didn't have to have people in and out of my house on multiple occasions. Packing up the dogs and disappearing for an hour is inconvenient and having that situation removed was worth something to me. My realtor definitely thought I should not have accepted so low an offer and I think is quietly pleased that it will now likely sell for what it's worth.

It also means that if this person who put in an offer ends up coming back and wanting it again, the price is higher for her too. I am not putting up with that kind of bullshit twice and now I know what kind of crazy she is, and trust me, I've dealt with a lot of crazy lately, if she wants the house, she has to pay.

Added to which there is some bullshit waste treatment charge that the town automatically skims off the top of every house sale - $1600 plus tax. That's almost $2000 off the price of my house I have to account for when considering offers. It's a one time charge for every house in the town so it's only applied to the first sale of that home since the implementation of waste treatment plant. It extra sucks because I intend to move out of the town and I will never benefit from the plant's treatment of waste sewage. You know, for a town that is struggling to keep people from leaving you'd think they'd try to avoid this kind of nonsense.

My house has been really good to me, it has a good energy and I don't want someone with bad mojo moving in here. I want someone who will see it as I did, and love it as I do. Maybe not for the same reasons but at least to recognise that it's not just property but a home. I have worked very hard(and so has my Dad!) to make this place something to be proud of and I will not have someone cheapen it. So, onward to house showings and the adventures that come with it!

Monday, May 14, 2012

Searchlight

Today is house inspection day and although I don't think there's anything to be concerned about there's always the chance that something will come up I was not expecting since I know jack sh*t about house structure. If the inspection goes okay it means that I really need to start worrying about finding somewhere to live. I have a couple options for somewhere to stay while I look for a new house but I'd obviously prefer not to have to move all my stuff twice.

I also have an appointment to go look at a house tomorrow. I sure hope it's a lot better than the last two I looked at! Houses here are quite old, even the house I'm in is almost 70 years old, so your options are limited - you either look at a pokey old farmhouse that has spent the last 130 years settling, shifting and aging or you look at a house that some guy built with his eyes closed 30 years ago. The house I'm going to look at has one acre and looks out over a farmer's field where his cattle graze. I can't imagine how amazing that would be! Good thing I'm used to the smell of a feedlot down the road. We'll see, the house was originally a minihome (mobile home for Westerners) but has been converted to a bungalow. Let's hope they did a nice job.

There is one house, the Three Brooks house, which is still an option but only if the basement issue can be resolved easily and without too much expense. My dad also has concerns about the roof but that would be something we'd have to look more closely at if the house becomes a serious contender.

Everyone says to not rush the process but it's hard to not worry. If I didn't have the dogs and cats I wouldn't worry so much but prevailing on someone for their hospitality when you have a herd of animals is a bit much. It certainly results in a bigger hassle than if you didn't have any at all!

At this point my options are limited by my budget and the lack of homes on the market that are suitable to my purposes. Oddly enough last Fall that there were many more houses on the market that would have suited me ... you'd think Spring would have them coming out of the woodwork!

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Tamzin's House of Dreams

It has been far too long since I posted in this blog. Many things have happened while WBNS has been on hiatus, most of which have been documented on the Invictus Dog Blog, but since some pretty big events are about to occur in this little province, I thought I'd return to writing about Nova Scotia (which includes the dogs of course) and the wonderful life I have managed to set up for myself.
I now work at a shop in downtown Pictou, it's the sort of job I imagined having when I first thought of moving here but the 'small town' mentality got the best of me and despite multiple resumes being submitted to various companies, it was not an easy process to be hired as a CFA (come from away). Thankfully my new employer, Pictou Pharmasave, is a great place to work with the greatest people and I really feel I've met some kindred spirits of the world in one little seaside shop.

The reason I've jumped over to this blog is because big things are happening and rather than make my dog blog more general to my life, I thought it would be easier to make this blog about everything. There will be no shortage of photos of the dogs, or talk about them, because they are such a huge part of my life and why I do the things I do.

Notably the Big Plan for the last 3 years living here has been of a mind to getting a larger property with a larger house that I can fence and safely run the dogs. Here in Pictou County dogs are not allowed off leash unless they are on private land or in designated areas; needless to say I've been walking my dogs 'illegally' for the last 3 years. Time for a change.

I had this last litter of puppies which I knew I had to get raised and placed in new homes before I could list my house. While the litter was growing I was making plans, painting, updating, cleaning and purging so that when the puppies were gone I could list the house. As the litter got to about 5 weeks I spoke to a realtor who is two doors down from the pharmacy and we discussed buying and selling in the County. At that time she told me she had someone who was anxious to get into a house, preferably a bungalow and in The Heights, which is where I live.  (Cool story there, I'll have to tell you one day).

Once I was down to 2 puppies it was time to get serious about looking at houses. I looked at one that is a possibility with 4 acres but there is an issue with the basement and possibly the roof, so it's on the Very Maybe list. I looked at two others, one that needs to be condemned and another which appears to be rotting from the bottom up.  The prospects weren't looking good but it wasn't an immediate concern since my house was not yet listed and my realtor (MR) told me to expect to be on the market 2 to 4 months.

Her 'anxious' person was still anxious so she wanted to let her view the property late last week in an exclusive viewing with a 24 hour contract (which we just made our actual contract in the end). I said that was fine and then went into high gear clean mode to try and get it ready with two puppies still, four adult dogs and two cats! I managed to get out of the house on time, with everything spick and span, fresh and clean and hoped that there wasn't something dog related that I forgot about.

I had arranged with my parents later that day to see the house with 4 acres (we'll call it the Three Brooks House since that's the road it's on) so I drove to meet them and MR there. Once I arrived MR surprised me by telling me my house had an offer! It had officially been on the market for about 4 hours. We looked at the Three Brooks House and then sat down to look at the offer. It was low, lower than I liked, and we countered high. MR said she'd let me know.

The next morning she said the buyer didn't want to pursue but she may change her mind after  some thought. She was right, less than an hour later MR came to me with a counter offer. I spent some time thinking about it, discussing it and working the numbers. While I know that people want the most money for their homes, I had to consider what this easy a sale would mean to me. No more packing up the dogs and cats, no more rushing around to clean and no more people trailing through my house looking through my things. I weighed my options, countered with a slightly longer closing date, and accepted the counter-offered price.

In less than 24 hours my house was sold. As of last night the offer was accepted and I have until June 15 to find a new home. Needless to say there are conditions such as an inspection and the buyer's financing, but as long as those things pull through I will be out of this house, and hopefully into another, on or by June 15! I have a dog show to attend in Lunenberg on the first weekend in June so as long as everything goes according to plan I will be able to take Cora to her first show. If there is something that requires my immediate attention that does not allow for a dog show then her first show will be the end of June.

I never in a million years thought my house would sell so fast, yesterday I was freaking out internally every 20 minutes or so and having little panic attacks but today I am much better. I have a few houses I'd like to go look at so perhaps one of those will be suitable. I mentioned to some friends that I pushed the Easy button and sold my house in less than 24 hours, let's hope the same button applies to buying! Wish me luck finding a house in Wee Bonny New Scotland.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Wonder Year

It was a year ago that I arrived at my new house here in Nova Scotia. Well, technically it was a year ago yesterday but if we are using May 26th as an anniversary date then today is a calendar year. Time is a real enigma and plays tricks on you. It makes you believe it's moving slowly but when you reflect on the past it seems like everything happened in a fleeting moment.

Remember the rig? Well, I wondered why everyone was so worried about me before I left and while I was on the road. I felt perfectly safe at the time, like it was a totally reasonable prospect to drive 5000km with 4 dogs, 3 cats and all my stuff jammed into an unregistered trailer. Now I think "No way I'd let my daughter do that!" 

My parent's house was a welcome sight when I arrived in Nova Scotia. And for the dogs too since they'd been trapped without a good run for 3 or 4 days.

It was great to see my little house again, I hadn't seen it since I bought it 6 months prior to my arrival.   

My parents helped me move in and let me tell you, it took way less time to unload that trailer than to pack it! The mess took much much longer to address though.

It took almost a year to get everything arranged the way I wanted it but finally I think most rooms are pretty well as I like them. One day the laundry room will have a wall to separate it from the kitchen but that's on the list of future projects, along with painting the ceilings(still), the house skirting, fascia, a patio and a few other small projects. Those will have to wait until I can afford them!

For now though, I couldn't ask for a more contented life. It is everything I wanted and more. I took such a chance on moving out here, knowing almost no one, having no job, travelling with so many animals ... and every single moment has been worth it. Huge thanks to everyone who helped me along the way; my parents Terry & Stephanie, my brother Ben, Tanja, Phil & Joanne, Bill & Donna, Liana, Adine, Erin, Kim, Jeff & Danielle, and everyone else who had some hand in seeing me safely to my new life. The dogs, cats and I can never thank you enough! Now ... come visit dammit!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Mulch Ado About Nothing

I know it's been a ridiculous long while since I last posted. I have been procrastinating about painting the ceiling and the final step in not procrastinating is buying this special thing called a Point 'n' Paint I saw on TV. I haven't bought it yet because if I do it will mean I no longer have an excuse to not attempt the absolute least favorite thing I want to do with my time.

Instead I've been preparing the garden for the summer and so far the front is pretty much complete. The weather has been quite warm so far so I'm ahead of the game. The front garden last year was nice but not nice enough for me so I decided to ensure that I never needed to weed again. I got that black cloth for gardens and installed it on a windy day. I won't sport with your intellignace and describe that adventure except to say ... wait for a not windy day.  The little plot you see here is the right hand side of the deck when you are facing it.

And this is it finished with a layer of cedar mulch on it. I'd like to get some more brick to put along the right  side but I ran out. That little white blob in front there is a hound dog who needs some paint.
The other side is larger but was not too difficult to tackle. Here is the point at which I was laying out the brick to see how much I needed and where it would go best - the bricks are actually from along the path that leads from the driveway to the front door. They were almost completely covered in grass so had clearly been there a very long time. I like reusing things that already exist on the property because they have lived here longer than I have and deserve to stay. There were these huge rocks that bordered the front of the garden but I didn't like them because they can't make a clean line of delineation between the graden and the grass.
The biggest rock was a *bitch* to pull up but I finally managed it. I decided that instead of dragging it across the grass and giving myself a hernia, I'd only move it a foot or two and make it a nice backdrop for my little lion cub who came all the way from Alberta. He still needs to be painted but he's made it through two Canadian winters without a coat so I think he can go a few more days.
I never did get a photo of the larger garden area with the black fabric but really, how interesting could that photo possibly be? Here it is with it's new cedar mulch facelift. It looks a little sparse right now because the plants haven't grown in but that big round area in front there turns into a montrous lily thing in the summer. I want to wait and see how much room the plants take up before introducing any new vegetation into the mix.  Where the ground is uneven in front of the brick will be filled in with some sod from the backyard. Wait til you see what I'm doing back there.
The front of my house, isn't it pretty? I'll take another picture again in the summer when I have had a chance to repaint the front step(what is UP with that?) and the plants are in bloom. Everything is budding happily and it looks like all my 2009 new plants survived the winter; even the lavender which, until a week ago, I was convinced was dead. Next stop ... raised vegetable garden ...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The Doors

As spring is coming on and the Home Renovation Tax Credit ended with January 2010 I have several projects lined up that I am planning to tackle. I finally have the spare room door replaced, it was not is any great shape as you can see. When I moved in this little hole was on the livingroom side of the door. The day I arrived we had to go out and buy some supplies and get lunch so I shut the dogs in the spare room for a couple hours. They made short work of a small hole on the other side of the door.
So I bought a new door and My Amazing Dad came over to install it. He cut the handle hole, chipped out the hinge spaces and we hung it quite easily. More easily than I'd have thought actually. It really is amazing what a difference something new and fresh can make. I think the total replacement cost for this door was about $60. But ... you can't beat the bargain basement price of this next renovation. I discovered partway through December that when I was sitting in the livingroom I could feel a draft. I thought it was coming from under the spare door, that room isn't heated, so I put a draft stopper along the bottom. Still a draft. Thought it was the front door, another draft stopper. Still a draft. The draft was coming from the entrance to the livingroom. I hung a sheet and voila ... no more draft. Well, a sheet isn't very nice and an annoying PIA so I decided that a French door would do the trick. I figured I could shut the dogs behind it if necessary and to stop the cats annoying the crap out of me I'd take out a pane of glass so they could go back and forth without demanding I open the door.


I went French door shopping knowing they cost about $100. I knew I wanted a simple finger-jointed pine door, unpainted and pretty standard. I was perusing the door aisle of our local DIY and came across their 'no returns' section. Always with an eye tuned to a bargain I started looking through the doors. What's this? A 32" finger-jointed pine French door with a DAMAGED - NO RETURN sticker on the side. Well, what is wrong with it? It had one single broken pane. It was $20. I bought it on the spot. I explained to the HI employee that the broken pane was perfect as I intended to remove one anyway from whatever door I bought. He then expressed his concern about removing the pane, "I wonder the best way to get that pane out?" Uh. Break it?

I discovered upon getting the door home that the pane of glass that was broken is actually the second from the top, not the bottom, so I ended up hanging it upside down. I think, unless you actually knew it was upside down, you'd never know. My Amazing Dad, with his circular saw that is literally older than I am (but with a new blade so it still cuts marvelously), cut off some of the bottom/top of the door because it exactly fit the space it needed to be put into and all doors need room to swing.


Last week My Amazing Dad and I spent the day hanging this door - actually My Amazing Dad hung the door, I watched and held various tools and made lunch. It is quite a process. You never realize how important 'square' is until you try to hang a door. The entry to the livingroom was 36" and the door was 32" so we had to make up the space with 1x4 pieces of wood. Here is a terrible photo of the door partially painted and the wood(kinda) inbetween the original frame and the new frame. The handle hole was an absolute bitch when we tried to put the handle in it but we finally manhandled the thing so it would work properly. It does now thank doG. I also moved the desk from the kitchen, where it was increasingly annoying me, into the livingroom where, conveniently I can now surf online and watch TV ... the stuff of dreams. You can see the internet cable strung up and over the door. And now you can't. I painted the cable the same color as the walls and I think it blends beautifully. This is obviously the livingroom side. When this door is shut it takes about 10 minutes for the room to warm comfortably and stay warm. And this is the kitchen side of the door, the bathroom is off to the right and my bedroom is off to the left. The hardwood still needs refinishing but that will wait until warmer weather and I can open all the windows.

But wait! What about that pane of glass that was to be removed? Why ... I did remove it. I had to shove the cats through a few times each to show them where the hole was located and only Ceilidh jumped into the wrong pane once - she leaped into the middle pane, slid down, shook her head, looked to her left at the correct hole and hopped through. Here is Archer demonstrating which pane is missing. Raimi's head does fit but he doesn't like putting his head through and Leeloo refuses to lower herself to such monkeyshines.
In all, this door cost about $90 total including the hardware, casing and paint - a pretty good solution to a cold winter draft! I also expect in the summer, with the monster fan going, that the room will cool down quite nicely too ... can't wait to test it!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Floored

Over Christmas I took a break from renovations so that during the holidays I wasn't dealing with paint and dust and clean up. Now that we are well past the festive season I have no excuse to not work on various outstanding reno projects. This year will see the floors finished, the ceilings painted, screens replaced, the spare door replaced, a french door installed, and I will start replacing the fence with preserved boards.




My first project of the new year was the lino for the laundry floor. With the layers and layers of plywood and vinyl pulled up it was simply a matter of smashing the nails in a bit more, levelling the dips and holes with a patching agent and laying down the flooring. I had a day in mind to do the whole thing in one go, went to pick up my supplies and discovered they were out of flooring adhesive. So I bought what I could but didn't get the lino as I didn't want to be stepping over it for the week it would take to get the adhesive in.



Once the adhesive arrived I went to pick up the lino. I decided that since the space I needed to fill was 8x11 feet and the end rolls sold pre-wrapped were 8x12, what better solution than to just choose one of those? So I get the roll home and it sits for a couple days before I have time to get it laid out. While still in it's wrap I slid it into the laundry area by the back door. Huh. That's odd, did I mis-measure? It's 2 inches too short. Nope, *my* measurements are correct, the lino, however, is too short. So the day I was going to spend doing the lino turns into yet another day of not.


I take it back and have the guy measure the other rolls to see if any are actually 8 feet as it says on the package. Nope. None of them. So there is a sale on, thank gawd, of a lino I like and I say, gimme 8 feet of that(they are 12 feet wide). It gets rolled, jammed into my truck and off we go.



I prepared the area by vacuuming as much dog hair, cat hair, dust, and whatnot as I could. Around the back door I ran into a little problem. Obviously the back door has been leaking at the bottom and soaking into the plywood, this caused it to rot a bit. I used a screwdriver to scrape up as much of the wet wood as I could and lo and behold, now there are holes down into the crawl space through the floor. Fabulous. I vacuumed up the excess wood bits and left it overnight to dry out. Now I need to go back to the hardware store and get some spray foam insulation to fill the holes.
I mixed a little of the plasti-patch and get started. It was a relatively easy process to fill all the little nail holes, screw holes, and level up some less than exact plywood. While it was drying I headed to Home Hardware to pick up the spray foam, stuffed the holes full of that miracle substance and then did another layer of Plasti-patch. There was a section where the difference in height was about a quarter inch so I had to smooth that into a little ramp so the lino wouldn't get ruined in that spot. Once all that was dry I swept again and the real ordeal began. I forgot to ask, and still don't know, whether a person is supposed to cut the lino to fit before or after you glue it down. I cut it before. I am thinking now that was a mistake but ... I digress. I had the lino rolled up at one end of the floor and the lino adhesive out with a trowel ready for action. I smeared a bunch of glue down and fought with the lino to get it into the space I needed it, namely the corner under the window. Alone, this was not easy. I then accidentally dropped the loaded trowel onto the floor where I didn't want adhesive so that while I was fighting with the roll, half unrolled into one corner, it was sliding across and sticking to the adhesive where I'd dropped the trowel.


Then I dropped the trowel handle-first into the adhesive. Take a moment to imagine how that went.


I then stuck the other corner down and realized, too late, that is was not lining up properly, it was curled at the corner a bit which meant the whole roll was about a quarter inch crooked. Since it was taking so long to get the roll down the first corner was mostly dried and there was no moving it. I just sat for a moment and despaired, then carried on with a shrug and WTH.

I spent the next 45 minutes spackling down adhesive, unsticking my hand from the trowel, unrolling the lino, spackling down more adhesive, unsticking my hand from the trowel, and unrolling the lino. At about the three-quarters-done mark I dropped the trowel handle-first into the adhesive a second time. I was almost beyond sanity.

Eventually, I won the battle and managed to get the whole sheet stuck down to the floor. I put cans of paint along a couple edges to get them to lay flat to dry, gave the whole ordeal a sticky finger and went to bed.


The next morning things looked a lot better. Although I intend to refinish the kitchen floor I put down the threshold so that the edges of the lino don't curl up and get ruined.

I also put in the threshold, at last, across the dining door. The next project to finish off the laundry area and back door is to put in the baseboard. That will mean the entire area is relatively complete. I put a piece of plywood under the expen because I don't want it to mark up the flooring - especially after what I when through to install it. I hope one day to build an actual laundry room, which there clearly used to be, but for now this will have to do. The dogs give it their stamp of approval anyway.