Saturday, August 31, 2013

Up and down and back and forth with the closing

The latest news is that the buyer has been in the hospital (!) for 2 weeks but still wants to close the deal on the house.  The question is, why was his wife also MIA? Why wasn't she taking his calls and why didn't she get back to their real estate agent?

Now I have to wait until their lawyer decides to have the closing.  It will undoubtedly be on a work day, so I will lose income.  I would not have lost any money if it had been the 29th. (Well, $40 for a credited piano lesson, and that's not nothing, but losing a whole day of Berklee teaching would be bad) I am trying to let go of this and enjoy my last few days of freedom from work.  I have done everything I could.  The house is cleared and swept.  The lawn is overgrown, but the estate can't afford $75 every 2 weeks.

I am still feeling as though my father died only recently.  It's because I finally chucked his two foot high pile of bluebooks and other notebooks into the recycling bin, because none of his friends wanted them.  I was throwing the only remaining pieces of his mind away.  My father's remains are literally a pile of dust.  There is no more corporeal Jack Davis.  And if there is a spiritual Jack Davis, he has yet to visit me.  It's very hard to forgive him for what he has put me through with his estate/house.  He actually thought he was making things easier for me.  Well, it would have been easier had he put even half of his gambling money in the bank.  Or saved what was left of his pension each month and paid off his $27,000 loan instead of sticking Joe and me with (as I repeatedly begged him to do.) It's over and done with, and I should let this go, but almost a year following his death it is still causing me terrible anxiety and depression.  If he'd kept up the house and grounds as he should have, we'd have sold the place by now.

And now our hope of selling the house rests with a shoplifter.  Not a convicted felon, or as my lawyer put it, "not public enemy #1."  But someone incredibly irresponsible.  I get a daily headache in the upper right part of my skull.  I almost never have headaches, so I can only conclude that it's the stress I'm under.  When will it end?

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

What happened?

After 5 months on the market and 30 showings without an offer, my father's house finally got an offer.  We have the signed purchase and sale, the inspection went without a hitch, and I busted my ass cleaning the house out mostly by myself with some help from Tasha and Curtiss.  I didn't get rid of all the books and records until 2 days ago.

Despite numerous calls to both agent and lawyer, I have been unable to find out when and where the closing will take place.  We had a date--Aug. 29--on the contract, but no one has been able to reach the buyers.  The agent told me this evening that the buyer's realtor has been trying to reach him for 2 weeks and leaving messages, none of which resulted in a call or email back.  I can't think of a good reason for this.  Why would they go the distance and then run away from the deal?

Curtiss did some research on the buyer online and made a shocking discovery:  a young man with the same name as the buyer (and who lives in Conn.) was arrested for sixth degree larceny in 2011 for attempting to steal an air conditioner from a store.  I know that real estate agents can't vet their buyers, but how could this happen?  Our house was under agreement with a criminal?  The name is not a common one and it must be the same person.

The only reason I can think of that he has not been answering his calls is that he's on the run from the police.  Could this get any worse?

I sent a link to the newspaper article describing the crime to the lawyer representing us at the closing.  I asked both of them if all the financing was in order and if the real estate office had received their down payment (it was a small one because they have a special loan from the USDA with full financing and only a $2000 down payment.)  It's a lot easier to turn your back on and forfeit $2000 than $20,000. 

Now what do we do?  I have spent months getting furniture, antiques and books sold from the house, and only the other day gave the final sweep to the floors.  I wasn't worried that anything would go wrong.  My brother and Curtiss, who worry about everything, were worried and this confirmed their worst fears.

I might have known that it was too good to be true.  Here we were thinking we had finally found the perfect buyer--do it yourselfers who wanted to fix the place up.  Reasonable people who waived their rights to inspection for lead paint and radon.  People who said that any books we left on the shelves were OK with them.  I told myself they were nice people and I looked forward to meeting them at the closing.  Now I discover that the husband is a thief.  Shock, bewilderment, and even heartbreak don't even begin to describe my feelings.

We will have to shut the house up for the winter because we can't afford to keep the heat and utilities going without a tenant to pay them.  There's no furniture in the house, so how could we rent even if we could meet the stringent landlord requirements?

I haven't told anyone about the buyer's rap sheet.  I don't know how to tell anyone.  It was bad enough having to tell my brother that the buyer has simply disappeared and is incommunicado.

My aunt Joan says that there will be another buyer and not to make myself crazy over this.
But I can't sleep.  I don't know what to do.  There is nothing I can do.  Can we hold them to the contract?  Did they even succeed in getting the loan?

We've spent over $4000 to the law firm, so they'd better give us some good legal advice.
I need some answers.  It's not so bad that the closing isn't taking place this Thurs. as planned, but a buyer missing in action?  Maybe on the run from the law?

Why is this happening when I worked so hard to bring about the sale?