st joseph has delivered

Our current house is S O L D. Yep. Sold. No longer ours to figure out what the hell we are gonna do with it now that we are miles and miles and miles away. S. O. L. D.

I could type that word over and over and over and over.  Subtle, aren’t I?

Yesterday we received the results of the house inspection. We are already forking over a wad of cash (sorry, no more left under the mattress) to unload the place so we were anxious to hear what repairs were needed on our 1920s home filled with charm & character.

Not a thing.

Yep, you read that correctly. There is not a single repair inside the house. Now the garage, different story. But incredibly minor nonetheless. Window sill rotten, please replace. Bottom panel of garage door, rotten. Please fix or replace. Garage roof, please seal. Okay, folks from Rochester NY that I don’t know yet but am falling in love with, you have yourselves a DEAL!

Let me reiterate: the current house is sold. And since I’m a giver I wanna share my magic with you. However, I’m not sure if it’s the thousands of $$$ spent on repairs, new roof, refinished hardwoods and a personal account at Sherwin-Williams OR the thousands of $$$ spent on lowering the sale price of the house OR the horribly inexpensive St. Joseph buried in the backyard (feet up, facing away from the house for those that want to copy my cheapest action.)

What I do know is that my days as a Land Baron are coming to a close, that we are incredibly, incredibly lucky on so many fronts and that it’s time to find ourselves a new money-filled mattress or magical money tree in the new backyard.

Cheers!  I’ll see you on the flip side…