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One of Ten Worst Moves in Recorded History ( Ever ! )

Introduction

From Escrow closing late on the house I bought to closing early on the house I sold, this move was trouble every step of the way.


For a year or two before my Mother's death, we had discussed the idea that I would buy the house from the estate once she no longer needed it. My Mother left us in mid July and in late August, I began the process to buy the house. My mother didn't have much control of when she died and the housing market conditions were not good when she did, so I had little choice but to but high and sell low.

The Early Phase

Several months before my mother's death, I had begun to replace the rotted side gate post with a huge concrete futting, dismantle my backyard redwood deck which was rotting apart, and remove the water garden that had become a maintenance problem. I also spent many months digging up ivy, sometimes going four feet deep chasing after roots, and the chain link front fence that the ivy covered. This all took a long time, a lot of effort, two broken hammers, and several weekends with a jack hammer. A few months before my mother left us, she warned me that she wasn't going to be around much longer and that I had better start cleaning my house. In the end, I almost finished, but that's at the end of this story.

Demolition of Water Garden on July 22, 2006.

Deck on January 30, 2005.

Deck on July 1, 2006.

Deck on July 1, 2006.

Deck on July 22, 2006.

Deck on July 22, 2006.

Deck on July 22, 2006.

Deck on July 22, 2006.

Deck on July 28, 2006.

Deck on July 28, 2006.

Jack hammering the concrete footings of the deck.

Jack hammering the concrete footings of the deck.

Deck on September 23, 2006. Note the jack hammer.

I named this cat "Dei Hard" because it was so accustomed to sleeping on my deck, it continued sleeping on the bare dirt once the deck was gone.

Buying

Because of various legal proceedings required, the house did not actually enter escrow until mid October. I had been trying to get the process complete before the holidays, but that was not to be. The next problem after beginning escrow later than I had hoped was when the escrow company recorded the wrong date for the close of escrow. The complicated funding scheme called for me to borrow all that my first home was worth to make the down payment on the new house. Not knowing that everyone else was a month behind, I borrowed about 35% of the money on the right day and was now paying interest, two weeks before I needed it. Then because I had borrowed so much on the first house, I was denied the main mortgage (about 30% of the total required) on the new house, and I was already paying interest on 35% of the total. Now I was in a panic to replace this lost piece of the puzzle. I asked the escrow officer how long it would take to finish escrow if I borrowed the missing money from another source and brought in a check and I was told three days. After a few days of discussions, my siblings agreed to lend me the money from their share of the estate temporarily, target pay back was the end of June. They agreed since if they didn't, we would have to start all over and everyone was tired of the whole thing. So, with the missing piece of the puzzle in place, the escrow continued, not for three days but another two weeks. So I was now paying interest on 65% of the loan and still had no house. The remaining 35% of the funding was an approved line of credit and ready any time I needed, we were just waiting on paper work now. The reason that this delay was a problem was that I was paying interest on all this money and I calculated that I would run out money with which to pay this interest in five or six months. I had to clean up both houses and move before I ran out of money. The clock was running, several weeks had passed, but escrow wasn't closing, and the money was trickling away. Everyone said, "Be patient. it will close eventually." But they weren't watching this available money disappearing. All this while, I was holding off on the work I needed to do before moving in - work I had hoped to do before the holidays and Thanksgiving was next week.
I had hoped to finish removing the deck and plant grass seed by the end of summer when things started to cool. As always, things took much longer than I anticipated and I finally finished restoring the back yard and planted grass seed about mid November. Then started a solid week of cold dry wind. On Thanksgiving morning, I bought another bag of seed, more seed cover, and seeded the yard again. This time the wind held back and the seed grew. I had a nice lawn just as I was moving out. Eventually I finished removing the ivy and fence in front and erected a nice rustic picket fence that I'm told the new owner painted white, and planted various ornamental plants.

Getting the New House Ready





My original hope had been to move in before Thanksgiving, we finally closed escrow a week after Thanksgiving. I then began three weeks of cleaning and repair to three downstairs bedrooms, the only three rooms in the house that my siblings had so far (mostly) emptied. Because escrow took so long, I lost most of the contractors that I had originally lined up. A business associate referred an excellent electrician, the plumber was now busy but referred a well advertised company (more on that in two paragraphs), and I ordered my new heating, ventilation, and air conditioning (HVAC) system. I expressed concern for energy efficiency and was advised to get a separate heat pump unit for the upstairs which would be needed less.
It took a crane to set the heat exchanger on the roof of the upstairs.
It was more money, but I hope to get it back by not using it as much. Anyway, I was disappointed when after all was finished to see that the main unit had a very low energy star rating. Before the HVAC could go in, the asbestos removal had to occur. Then they missed one piece of old duct and had to come back. A friend recommended his son who's crew did an excelent job running, television, phone, network, and speaker wires all over. This was another case when the escrow delay caused rippling problems as the electronics crew left early for a company Christmas party planning to return the next day. The asbestos removal company came next morning and wouldn't let anyone in the attic for a few days. So the electronics crew had to wait a few days before they could finish in the attic. I did my best to patch the holes made by the electrical people before painting the three rooms down stairs that I was working on. I still had a few large pieces of furniture I had to work around and never actually painted the master bedroom since at the last minute, I decided the small sample color chip looked better than a large wall. Since the rest of the house was still filled with my family's things, it was a major accomplishment when I finished painting one closet and was able to fill the shelf. I decided the closet in another room didn't need painting so much so I skipped painting it and was also able to fill that shelf as well. The master bedroom had a closet that was called a walk-in, but really was just a little extra deep. The clothes rods on the sides were about the same length as the sections of the back rod that they rendered useless, so it really needed a better design. I removed all the rods and shelves from this closet, patched and painted, and enlarged the attic access hatch. I had ordered an extra wide folding attic access ladder, but in the middle of shipping it, I finally got the specs and realized it wouldn't fit. It was too late to turn it around, so I had to pay the restocking charge. I latter built my own ladder that fit. All this work on these three room took much longer than I expected, especially patching three walls in the first two smaller bedrooms after removing the paneling. The house had never had cable before, but the cable company sent a crew with an automatic device that rammed through the ground leaving a tunnel for the conduit. As you will read later, the telephone conduit was not so easy. The day approached when the carpet was scheduled to be laid and I did an all-nighter trying to finish painting the smaller two rooms. I was touching up as the men laid the pad and it was they who finally moved the rest of the furniture out of the three rooms. As the carpet installers left, three weeks after the close of escrow, one end of the house was finally taking shape - only a week before Christmas.
I was now able start moving things into one end of the down stairs. The rest of the house was still largely filled with unsorted family stuff.

For a year or two I had been building all sorts of furniture and cabinets for whatever house I might buy, but was holding off on final assembly until I knew for sure. By the time I did know for sure, there were only a few weeks left before a month long winter break in the wood working class that I was taking. I had several important pieces almost finished when the break started but I would have finished by then had the house closed escrow on time.

Our new home decorated for our first Christmas.
The Friday before Christmas, while my siblings were getting ready for a garage sale, I devoted an entire day to moving my aquarium. I started by draining off the water into large cat litter buckets that we had been saving. They had large splash-resistant lids and worked well. Each fish got it's own bucket and the rocks and other accessories went in other buckets. I took the aquarium outside and made some minor repairs, gave it a good cleaning, and tried to polish out some scratches on the inside. The cabinet top had suffered from years of moisture so I had already made a new top which I installed. I then took everything to the new house and set it up. I was surprised when all the fish survived, although we lost some later probably because I got too busy finishing the move.

In mid December, we had what I later referred to as a rehearsal for a garage sale. It was at my brother's house at the end of a cul-de-sack and not well advertised. We didn't sell much and everything that didn't sell was brought back to my new garage. The Saturday before Christmas we had a second, more successful, garage sale. Still we didn't make much money and took car loads of unsold items to the Salvation Army drop off and other charities when we were finished. My sister from New York was out to help with the garage sale, cleaning the house in general, and sorting some of her own things that still occupied parts of two rooms. She was the first person to actually sleep in the house after I bought it (not counting that hour I slept on the sofa that all-nighter before the carpet arrived). Earlier, I had hired plumbers to go through the various plumbing issues but was disappointed with the result. I therefore decided it would be better if I continued the work myself. There was an open trench and pile of dirt by the front door and I needed to run a line as far as the garage, to be finished later, so I could put this dirt back in the trench. During the garage sale, I was running the line, cutting and soldering pipe, and standing there with a running torch in my hand telling people, "No, the pipe isn't part of the garage sale. Can't you see that I using it right now?" I also had many offers to sell the oak that I had just bought for my furniture projects. This was all behind tape that said, "Not part of sale." By the end of that second garage sale and following clean up, most of the down stairs was ready to move in. Some of my parents' furniture was staying, but we were able to move in. The upstairs was still hopeless.


The next day was Christmas Eve and my wife and I worked to get the house ready for our first family Christmas without my parents. My siblings and I and our families gathered and tried to have normal Christmas.

The First Moving Day

December 26 we began the final push to be ready for the moving van two days later. It had been my misguided hope that we would move most of the small stuff before moving day, but since the house had only been empty a few days, we were far from ready. The movers struggled to pull out the big furniture from my former home, leaving the small stuff behind. Then they drove the half loaded truck two miles and struggled to get it all into the new house, already half filled with my parents' stuff. The old house had 8 foot-2 inch ceilings throughout, the new house has 7 foot ceilings in the hallways and 8 foot no inches in the rest. This made it much more difficult to move things around. My hand made display cabinet was an inch too tall for the new living room, so it sat on its side for months until I had time to chop the top off. The old house had 32 inch doorways and the new has 30 inch doorways. My drafting table had to go in through the window. It was awful. The first moving day ended with three quarters of the big stuff moved and most of the small stuff was still where it had been for over two decades at the old house.
I did most of the work of moving, but assigned the task of packing the kitchen, laundry room, and bathrooms to my wife. I walked into the kitchen and there she sat in the middle of the room, next to a hugungus cardboard box into which she had dumped all my pots and pans and other cooking equipment. She looked up at me exhausted and said, "OK. It's all packed. But I can't lift it." I looked at her and shook my head and said, "I can't lift it either." I then instructed her to repack everything into smaller boxes. By the time she had unpacked all the kitchen stuff, it was so confused and mixed up, it was over a year before I could cook again.
It took longer to get the phones moved than I expected. We were keeping my mother's line and got an extension on my personal line so it would ring at both houses and it was set up at the new house in one of those old wires. But this was all the lines that could be installed. It took a month and well over $2,000.00 to finally get a 2 1/2 inch conduit brought up to the house for my business line, my fax, and my wife's phone. Unlike the automatic tunneling devise the cable company used, this was dug by hand and included removing and reporing part of the driveway. All this while, my two-line answering machine, my wife's answering machine, and my fax machine stayed at the old house where the overhead phone line still worked fine. Since my new expensive answering machine didn't play back messages remotely so well, for a month I several time a day had to drive to the old house to check messages and faxes. My wife's phone not working contributed to her being fired from her job on the eve of her birthday.
The phone conduit.
On January 14, there was an unusual cold snap. With the aid of the automatic sprinklers, we had icicles.
Original Door
Before
New Door
After
The new doors took longer to install than we expected. The doors were delivered with all the parts except one. The store said they could install it later, but when the installers came out, they said it was the first part they needed to install. It took another two weeks to get the last part. Then I made the installers come back and replace the broken screw they left in the door latch. I told them that this door was too expensive to settle for such workmanship.
Two stucco contractors said they could patch the hole from the electrical upgrade and textured plaster in the garage, but neither ever came back. As of this writing, the hole in the wall is still there and the garage is now too full to access the broken plaster.

The Tent

By about mid-January, I had moved out all of the kitchen things and food and the pet supplies, and the house was a little less cluttered. It was time to do the long delayed termite tenting. I had noticed the termites back in June and I was trying to work out a schedule of when to do the tenting. It's necessary to remove everything food related or alive, including tooth paste, pet supplies, and the aquarium. Moving the aquarium out, then back, then out again when and if we moved seemed a big job in June and we contemplated leaving the aquarium at my Mother's house while she still lived there. When my mother died, we decided to wait and see what evolved. At first, it looked like it wouldn't be until the following year that we would be able to move in and we started getting ready to move over temporarily while the house was termite tented. Then it looked like we would buy and move in sooner, so we waited. In the end, it was still the following year, but the termite inspector assured us that the termites wouldn't eat much during the winter anyway.

Getting the Old House Ready

Normally I don't work much in the spring, but circumstances resulted in an unusually busy season. I worked a week here, a month there, all the while thinking, "I need to fix the old house and sell it." Because of the interest I was paying to keep the old house while moving, I figured every hour of overtime I worked cost me money.
I finished my 13 book cases for the library, my new desk, several parts of the new master bedroom closet, and other smaller projects. I was making a lot of these parts in a wood working class and all the delays in closing escrow pushed this back into the three week break in December and later the week long Spring Break. Several times, having a piece finished a week earlier would have made things much easier. There were problems with the furniture I was building too. My plan was to finish a few book cases and set them in place, fill them, and reuse the boxes to bring over more books. I hadn't factored in the book cases settling into the carpet unevenly. I finally gave up trying to line them up. Before then, I kept pulling books back off the shelves and stuffing them everywhere while I fruitlessly tried to figure out how one case could be plum and the other leaning forward an inch and a half. They were all square when I built them. Then there was the confusion when mid-way through all this furniture building, the manufacturer of the stain changed the name of the color I was using. I had visions of my carefully built furniture being half one color and half another color (which is the case with the pieces I built 20 years ago in a different color that I can no longer find). It took a few weeks of frantically trying to find matching stain that I realized it was the same color with a new name. I was trying to finish as much of this furniture building in the old garage as I could, knowing the new garage would not be ready to use as a work space for a long time.
I had scheduled to have new carpeting installed in the old house, but as delays kept recurring, I kept moving back the date. Finally I let them go ahead and get it done, even though I wasn't ready. I had hoped to move things to the new house, but in the end, I just had to move things off the old carpet. This wasn't very efficient and this is also when things started to get lost. None of us knew what to do with the simple hand made sofa that included storage space within. It was too big to get out any way except the back patio and the patio had been stuffed full ever since the termite tenting. I pulled out all the things stored within and loaded them into my car. I couldn't watch as the carpet layers cut up my sofa with a Sawzall, so they did it while I moved and put away the things in the car. It was weeks before the entire sofa was cut up and in the trash. The carpet layers finished the living room, hall, and two bedrooms, but I was still trying to pack up my work room which was still filled with model parts, tools, and half built projects. They planned to return the next day but when they arrived, I was still trying to remove legs from work benches and box up materials. I had ordered a second moving van for all this work room stuff and had hoped to have it all out before the carpet layers came back, but the van was late. When the installers arrived, they just shook their heads in bewilderment and said to call them when it was really empty. They finished the job a few days later.
The second moving van arrived a few hours later and loaded the contents of my work room and a metal shelf unit and boxes from the garage. The second moving van was also only half full, but this made it easier to move my fragile model railroad. The work room at the old house had a connecting door to the garage which made it easy to get large models in and out, the new work room was at the end of a hall and it wasn't easy to get into. Movers can be rough, but somehow they squeezed the model railroad through the small doors and around tight corners of the new house with only minor damage. The model railroad had been folded up against the wall for many years and the two or three days it took to clean and repair it before folding up against the wall again was the first time my wife had ever seen it.
Finally in early March, the old house was cleaned up and most major repairs done. About two months behind schedule, we finally listed the house for sale. The asking price might have been a little low, but not too low. There was immediate interest and slowly the offering price came up to what I needed. It was only about three weeks before we had an agreement and the house entered escrow. I figured if it had sold faster, I asked too little and had I asked too much, I would have been paying all that interest a lot longer. Still, we were quite a bit in a panic to finish moving out the rest of my things before the close of escrow.
Shortly after I finally listed the old house, the older of my younger brothers came over and we spent a day cleaning the garage. Half the garage was still filled with family things including my mother's maple furniture which isn't worth much, no one wanted, but no one wanted to part with. By the time my brother left, half the garage was empty and the other half was my stuff. I installed selves along one wall and started moving over my nails and screws and all sorts of miscellaneous hardware and stuff. The old garage just seemed more efficient and it was hard to find places for all the small jars and boxes and cans and buckets. The old garage had an almost full length shelf, the new garage was half as long. By the time we moved over all the holiday decorations, there were no more empty shelves. It took 27 years to find places in the old house for everything, now I had 22 weeks to find places in the new house. Sadly, in the last week that we were moving out of the old house, the new garage became unpassable as things got shoved in.

The Break-in; AKA The "Sold" Sign Warning

Shortly before close of escrow to sell my GH house, my home was invaded by druggies with criminal intent. It seems that this group of several men and a woman in a bath robe saw the "sold" sign and decided my home was available to scavenging. I had only been gone about three hours when they parked in front. They were in front of my house for almost an hour while my neighbor tried to reach me to ask if I had hired someone to work on the house.

When we returned home about 9 pm, my wife said there was a message from my realtor that the neighbors had seen people in my yard. I hadn't noticed anything amiss when I stopped off at the old house except that the computer monitor that I had set out on the street for the city to collect was finally gone.

It wasn't until the next afternoon, after returning from the Police Department to file a report that I noticed the first item of value missing from my patio. After investigating further, I discovered that these criminal had not only jumped my front fence, the only one on the street, but had forced open my five-foot tall side gate which was still locked, but wide open. They then proceeded to remove the wrought iron and green bottle glass swag light from its hook and unplug it from the switched outlet that had been installed for it 20 years ago. This was not a dusty light in a forgotten box, but a light ready to use with a tag hanging from it informing the buyer of the house that I intended to take it with me.

Then I noticed that they had also began to dismantle the lattice enclosed deck outside my bedroom door. There is no way into this area except by the bedroom or by demolition, so they chose the latter, breaking one piece and taking the time to unscrew another. Whether they were after the contents of the boxes of catalogs and old computer manuals stored there, or hoping the bedroom door was unlocked, I don't know. It is clear that they got inside and moved things around.

It was after an hour that my neighbors chased them away, fortunately before they forced open the sliding door into the rest of the house. My neighbor said that she's seen them around before. They drove a silver Toyota truck/camper with a bent license plate 6W63751. If anyone sees my swag light in a swap meet, I want it back.

A few weeks later I noticed evidence that they had also tried to get in through the kitchen window. The final word from the Police was they had a positive identification on one of the suspects, but the only thing that witnesses saw him take was the old monitor. A conviction was not likely and the DA chose not to pursue it. The clear message is to call 911 at the first sign of suspicious activity and the keep all doors and windows locked.

The Final Week


One week before the close of escrow, things were starting to look like we might possibly finish. I was still building furniture in the now much emptier garage of the old house and the inside was almost empty except the file cabinets. I had checked with zoning and my new property wasn't large enough to allow for pet chickens, so I decided to demolish the chicken coop that I was hoping to move.
I had a room dedicated to my many file cabinets, but my sister still had most of the room for her things. She had expressed the plan to move it to New York and buy a house or condo there, but it had been a while and her things were still here. My wife located a nice storage unit and we spent three days moving about 2/3 of my sister's thing into it. We should have spent the time moving my things out of the old house, but we needed this space for the file cabinets first. My youngest brother help me shlep a dozen file cabinets upstairs and my file room started taking shape, with my sister's remaining boxes on top of the file cabinets and in the closet. Also one of these mornings, my wife was supposed to take an important test required to graduate from college the following month and she got so wrapped up in helping to move my sister's things, she forgot about the test.
The afternoon before I handed over the keys, a former boss called in a panic because they had lost the two copies of my drawings that I had left behind. Seems they put both copies in the same missing box. I had to find a place in the mess, unpack my work computer, and burn replacement disks. Then of course, I needed to pack the computer away again and get back to moving.
To further compress the move, my realtor had originally stated a "30+2" day estrow, to give me a little more time to get packed. I really needed those two extra days, but my realtor was anxious to finish before a trip and the paper work was done on time, so it closed on day number 30 while I was still packing. Fortunately, the house closed on a Thursday and the buyer gave me until Saturday since he couldn't start before then anyway. When I bought the house 27 years earlier, the house closed escrow on Good Friday, a day I had off, but the sellers weren't out till Sunday.

The Last Day

The last day began early. We were scheduled to meet the buyer at 8:00 am to hand over the keys and give an orientation. We arrived at 7:00 and cleaned until 11:00 when we said our final goodbyes to the house.

Here are some before and after photos of the house the day I bought it 27 years earlier, and the day I handed over the keys.


Before and after 27 years in my first house.

BEFORE (1980)
When I bought the house, I was disgusted with the mess and cleaned it up.
AFTER (2007)
When I sold the house, the buyer complained of the mess I left.
Driveway
Driveway. Trash was everywhere.
Driveway
Driveway. All my trash was in one neat pile.
Roof
Roof.
Roof
Roof.
Roof
Roof.
Roof
Roof.
Garage
Garage.
Garage
Garage. Items left at buyer's request.
Garage
Garage.
Garage
Garage. Items left at buyer's request.
Back Yard
Back Yard.
Back Yard
Back Yard.
Back Yard
Back Yard.
Back Yard
Back Yard.
Back Yard
Back Yard.
Back Yard
Back Yard. Dog house left at buyer's request.
Master Bedroom
Master Bedroom.
Master Bedroom
Master Bedroom.
Living Room
Living Room.
Living Room
Living Room. Fireplace tools left for buyer.
Living Room
Living Room.
Living Room
Living Room. Track lights and extra bulbs left for buyer.
Kitchen
Kitchen.
Kitchen
Kitchen. Washer and dryer included.
Bathroom #1
Bathroom #1.
Bathroom #1
Bathroom #1.
Bathroom #2
Bathroom #2.
Bathroom #2
Bathroom #2.
Bathroom #2
Bathroom #2.
Bathroom #2
Bathroom #2.

Additional photos from 2007
Front Yard
Front yard on the last day.
Front Yard
Front yard on the last day.
Living Room
Living room the last time I saw it.
Living Room
Living room the last time I saw it.

Boxes of extra tile and paint left for new owner.
small dumpster
This is the 3 yard dumpster that I rented for the trash in the house I bought. This is what I had in mind when I offered to pay for the buyer's dumpster.
huge  dumpster
This is the 50 yard roll-off the buyer rented at my expense for the same amount of trash that I left behind as I found at my new house. He could not possibly have filled it one quarter full with the trash that I left behind. See photo above.
I showed "good faith" by fixing and cleaning everything I could and offering to pay for the dumpster to remove the trash that I left behind. He showed "bad faith" by ordering a roll-off 15 times the size needed at 4 times the price than was required for my trash. In the end, we agreed that I would finish cleaning the patio and garage, leaving behind items and materials he might use (matching material, dog house, furniture, etc.), he would finish removing the waterfall, and I agreed to pay for a dumpster to remove the trash that I left behind. The photos above show that I did the cleaning, but instead of the buyer renting an appropriate 3 yard dumpster for my trash, he rented a 50 yard roll-off, many times larger than was required for my trash. This is not a "dumpster for my trash," it is for my trash and a lot more. Screwed moving in 27 years ago, screwed moving out now.

Epolog

I had tried to repair my door bell chimes, but decided to just get a new door bell. The new owner had approved my selection, but then there was month delay on the order during which time, he began to question that I had actually ordered it. But finally it arrived and I asked my realtor to deliver it on the eve of our big trip.
Finally everything was going smoothly. We had cleared out of the old house, I agreed to pay the cost of two dumpsters, even though I felt one was enough, the final mortgage was almost ready to sign, we were starting to carve living space out of the sea of boxes, I was working, we were about to leave on our first cruise, and there was enough money left from the sale of the old house to make up the difference to pay back my siblings. It was now time for another snag. It was my last day on this job before the trip and I was making arrangements to sign the mortgage papers, when it turned out that the escrow company had learned that there were $4,000.00 in supplemental property taxes due and needed to be paid before we could close. Not only had I not yet received the bill, and not only did it leave me that much short of paying back my siblings and I didn't want it included with the mortgage anyway, but half wasn't due for two months and the other half wasn't due for six months, and my lawyer was appealing it and it was eventually returned. I left on the trip with this matter hanging. Upon my return from the trip, my Federal tax refund and the supplemental property tax bill were both waiting for me. They were about the same amount of money so I paid the one with the other and waited for confirmation.
I also found another letter from the bank with which I had an equity line of credit, refusing to subordinate the loan to the more important first mortgage. I argued with the bank and spent several days pursuing solutions. Finally as I was about to incur further delays and extra costs getting a replacement line of credit with the same lender as the first mortgage, the bank realized that they could subordinate the loan and we were back to the previous plan, only delayed another week. I finally signed the papers three weeks after I had planned and prepared to start a new job.
It was almost the end of the semester for my wood shop class and I was trying to finish the master bedroom closet and several other pieces of furniture in the one week left that I still had access to the tools. I decided to test fit one of the last pieces of the closet before staining it and it was way off. I had bought a new ceiling light for the closet several months ago so that I would know where to move the electrical box and I was anxious to install it, but all these closet pieces had to go in first. I rebuilt this piece, but didn't have time to start the last piece before the end of the semester. On a Saturday about mid-September, I was planning to work on the furniture in the enclosed patio. Instead, I spent much of the morning movng my furniture away from the leaking roof until I didn't have enough space to work.
A year after the close of escrow, we were starting to get the house cleaned enough for my wife's Christmas party. It was only now that the house was clean that I gave up looking for my Mother's antique manual type writer that I had recently restored and still used. Since we checked every cabinet, closet, and drawer of the old house many times to make sure nothing was left behind, my only guess was that one of the realtors came back for it after showing the house. This was one more irreplaceable item that was stolen while I tried to clean the new house enough to finish moving things over.


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