We are back on track and feeling optimistic about Oak Creek ranch. Our loan was submitted last week. Clean. The new appraisal is scheduled for Monday (fingers crossed) and the seller has scheduled the barn repairs to be completed next week.
While Camille and I are bonding in Santa Barbara; sleeping in a tent, hiking, roasting marshmallows and enjoying the coastal weather, poor Brett is roasting in a Sacramento heat wave, mucking, swatting at flies and sweating buckets. It's really not fair.
Today Brett told me that he did the morning chores and then moved some boxes from the apartment to storage. As he drove back up to Oak Creek he saw two unfamiliar cars and a boatload of people on the property. They had unlatched the gate, driven in, and closed it behind them. They were casually wandering around the property, swinging on the swing and generally making themselves at home. They asked Brett if he was the agent for the property. Brett said "no, I'm buying the property. We close next week." (Okay slight exaggeration). They didn't apologize for trespassing, as they wandered amongst our stuff. The property does not look vacant. The horse trailer, tractor and other equipment are there. They asked who owned the horses -- "the horses were so sweet when we were petting them." Grrrrrr.
They asked a million questions and said they wanted to make a back-up offer. They never did show the least concern about barging onto the property without an invitation or appointment. People!
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