We have had some upheaval in our family, and therefore, my writing submission calendar has suffered, and I have neglected my blog. Thanks to those of you who visited and have stuck with me.
My granddaughter, Liam's mommy, and her husband sold their house almost immediately and found a home they wanted. They drew up a contract, and at the last minute, the seller inflated the price 10K. Seems they did this to a former prospective buyer, too. The realtor suggested the owners didn't really want to sell. Ashley and her husband were crushed. Then they found their dream home. Hubby and I went to see it. We could imagine baby Liam being raised on those wonderful five acres of land, in a gorgeous house, in a safe community. They made an acceptable offer, and upped the closing date a week so the couple purchasing their home could get in as soon as they moved out.
And then she received a phone call ten days before they were to close. The house was an inheritance held by three siblings. The contract had one condition: a replacement roof, per the inspector. Shouldn't be a problem said the realtor. Then came the call. One of the siblings was holding out. He does not want to replace the roof and thinks the insurance company should cover it. Seems they dropped the insurance coverage when the mother passed away and the house became vacant. The brother wants to take the house off the market, invest 20K in a new roof and pass the cost on to the buyer when they relist.
Another deal fell through, and my poor baby girl called me ready for a nervous breakdown. "Nana, we are going to be homeless by next Friday. How could they do this to us with a baby and two pets? What are we going to do?"
They are actively searching this weekend with their realtor, and if they must, they will move in with my daughter temporarily, as she already has a nursery for Liam and a guest room.
The realities of life hit Nana's 26 year old girl hard, and I worried about her. I know that things will work out. It will take many years for her to realize that life is filled with stumbling blocks, and it is the way we handle them that brings a better outcome. Only she can decide the right approach: stop at the roadblock, or proceed with caution? Jump the hurdle and act impulsively? Or sit quietly and pray for guidance? Try to make it happen or allow it to happen? Thy will be done. It is hard to let go and let God...
Bill's brother died suddenly from a heart attack, and the weekend funeral conflicts with an event I had tickets for. That is a minor bump in my life, but my sister-in-law is dealing with a major crisis. Her name is Barb, and she could use prayers for strength and comfort.
Bill received news after his last chest X-ray that he still has a bit of residual pneumonia in one lung, so we are making a conscious effort to avoid smokers and coughers. Life has been a little rocky. But we will navigate and get through all of this.
I am thankful for your visits, and I promise a more positive post next time, maybe even humorous.