Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks with another busy week ahead. Lots of paperwork/legal documents to read and sign and ask questions about, on top of Bob's 4-6 sessions/week of therapy and the usual doctors' appointments/pharmacy runs and screwed up medical bills/insurance to deal with. My mind is reeling, and I tell you, sometimes I just can't think straight. And all this when we don't yet have a single dime from the settlement. I can only imagine how scatterbrained I will be when things really start to move!
This week, I'll be going back to look at a house on the market. This will the be the third look at it, and this time I'm meeting a contractor there. The one thing I love about this 1929 Colonial Revival is it has a great floor plan for wheelchair accessibility, i.e. single story with wide doors/archways, large rooms and a hallway twice as wide as ours. There is also a second bathroom which could be, I think, easily enlarged and modified for a wheelchair accessible tub. The main concern is that the property needs a lot of other work, I'm talking general repairs/paint/electrical/landscaping on top of any modifications for the wheelchair and so, I'm hoping to get a contractors "guesstimate" on how much it will cost to put the house back together before I even think about putting an offer out there.
This past week, I had a long talk with Bob (well, "talk" as best we can) about The Green Machine, and Bob agreed that we should probably sell her, as long she goes to a classic car enthusiast who will restore her to her former glory and give her a well deserved retirement, i.e. take her to parades and classic car shows.
The other day, there was a knock on our front door. At least I think there was a knock. As I didn't hear a knock, in fact, Boomer didn't even hear a knock, it was Bob who alerted me to the fact someone was at the door. When I opened the door, there was a guy, about my age, with longish gray hair writing something on a business card, on our front porch.
I asked him if I could help him.
He said, "Oh, Hi! Is that your car for sale, back there?"
I'm thinking, huh? Because there is no "for sale" sign on our car. I tell him that it's not for sale, but also tell him I might be selling it in a few months. We talk about the car a bit and he gives me his card, tells me that the car would actually be for a friend who loves old Darts and has been looking for one to restore. Then he tells me that he buys old houses, restores them and rents them out, and mentions a couple of houses that he owns nearby on a street I'm well familiar with and the type of work he does. How strange, I tell him that we may be selling this house in the near future too. He shakes my hand, tells me to keep his card and call him when the time comes, as he's interested in buying both our car and our house!
I tell you, is that weird or what?
And what's even weirder, is this is the third time, this month, that someone has approached me about buying our car....