Another step on the road to selling the house

Yesterday, Teresa, the Lower Burrell occupancy inspector called, came to the house, looked things over and passed it fully for the home inspection.  The only  repair she suggested but for which she did not fail the inspection was to  continue the handrail along the open side down the cellar stairs. Jerry will pick up some lumber today to do that.  And here I had "worried for nothing."  I was so  concerned we'd have to change out the  cellar door from the garage into a metal fire safe, but when she saw the garage under the porch and how it was all steel and cement she was not concerned.  Actually she was not concerned about anything. We are not complaining!

We were very pleased.  I talked to her quite a bit about things, and  though she is young enough to be my daughter, she grew up in the same hood as I did in New Ken.  Maybe that helped.  Hers was the last class to go through Jr. High at our  old Ridge Ave School; she lived off Catalpa (my Street) on  Ridge Ave.  Her aunt who passed away from cancer graduated in 1963 and likely I might have known her but I did not have my Taleoken with me to  look.   Evidently Teresa is a single Mom with a  10 year old  daughter and lives in Lower Burrell.  And she does not go to any class reunions.  I asked her why because I am curious why locals don't attend, and she explained that their class really doesn't have reunions and further she did not like most of her classmates, she sees who she sees and has no interest in the others.  I am learning that later classes are not like our class of  1962; perhaps we were the lucky ones, we lived in the area in the best of times, most of us hoofed or biked and so school and the community were our social focus.  Today with  everyone having an automobile it is different and the closeness no longer exists.  How sad, I think, no memories to anchor nor to reminisce about.

After talking about the estate sale, she mentioned that she goes to all local estate and garage sales and then realized she had been to ours. Turns out  she bought the easel and several paint brushes and boxes of pencils and pastels for her daughter.  I am happy that the artist supplies went to a young person who loves art.  She said her daughter was thrilled because she loves to paint.

Have to confess that our idea of a home inspector was not Teresa, we expected an engineer type and she is only a high school graduate.  She has a piece of paper which lists so many things and she merely signed them off.  I also learned she has no computer when we  talked about linking up with classmates on Facebook, etc.  I asked her in amazement how she does her job.  And she replies as though I were not quite bright, "I use this piece of paper and take it back to the office and someone else can do the computer.  I don't know anything about that."    Astonishing to me that here she is working for local government, one of two inspectors and no computer skills.  So it goes.

So we celebrated last night back in the motor home by finishing off the ice cream.  Oh we live it up!