I so HATE selling my house. I got a contract on it about a week ago and the inspection was done yesterday. I get a call from my realtor last night all in a panic because they said the roof was damaged and had to be replaced.
Now this is a 12 year old roof with a 25 year guarantee. I had it last inspected 3 years ago when the tornado went over the house where the insurance company and 2 roofers went over it with a fine tooth comb. They replaced 2 shingles and the vents, which were dented from the wind. So the inspector claims that the shingles were buckling from the heat from the attic because the attic was not ventilated correctly. It turns out when they replaced the vents 3 years ago, they used half the cooling capacity of the ones that were on there. But the inspector also said that the shingles could be warped from premature aging.
So all I need to do to close is to agree to buy a new roof. The person who installed the roof is no longer in business and the one who installed the vents can blaim it on the roofer. I will not get either one to pay for the damage. I'm hoping the roofers that are bidding the job will claim hail damage, which I can use to file an insurance claim.
So I'm beginning to think that the buyer has had second thoughts and is using this as an excuse to get out of the deal. Then I met the woman this afternoon and found out she is heads over heals in love with the house. She wrote me a check for some of the antiques that are sitting over there. And this goes into the "isn't it a small world category", but it turns out that her husband's great-great-great-grandparents were the original purchasers of the property in 1845. I had left the house abstract on the table and when they saw the name on the first page, they went back to the geneology and it turns out they are related. So they feel like they are coming home.
So bad news: I have to fork up money for a new roof. Good news: we get a check for the house next Saturday.
And she has 2 (indoor) cats and recognizes that it is a great house for cats. She even figured out that the locks on the closet doors were to keep the cats out. I let her know that the house was cat proof.
I'm so happy I don't know what to do. It's been a really really long day and I'm going out to celebrate with hubby now. We weren't sure that even with a contract, that we had a sale.
Now this is a 12 year old roof with a 25 year guarantee. I had it last inspected 3 years ago when the tornado went over the house where the insurance company and 2 roofers went over it with a fine tooth comb. They replaced 2 shingles and the vents, which were dented from the wind. So the inspector claims that the shingles were buckling from the heat from the attic because the attic was not ventilated correctly. It turns out when they replaced the vents 3 years ago, they used half the cooling capacity of the ones that were on there. But the inspector also said that the shingles could be warped from premature aging.
So all I need to do to close is to agree to buy a new roof. The person who installed the roof is no longer in business and the one who installed the vents can blaim it on the roofer. I will not get either one to pay for the damage. I'm hoping the roofers that are bidding the job will claim hail damage, which I can use to file an insurance claim.
So I'm beginning to think that the buyer has had second thoughts and is using this as an excuse to get out of the deal. Then I met the woman this afternoon and found out she is heads over heals in love with the house. She wrote me a check for some of the antiques that are sitting over there. And this goes into the "isn't it a small world category", but it turns out that her husband's great-great-great-grandparents were the original purchasers of the property in 1845. I had left the house abstract on the table and when they saw the name on the first page, they went back to the geneology and it turns out they are related. So they feel like they are coming home.
So bad news: I have to fork up money for a new roof. Good news: we get a check for the house next Saturday.
And she has 2 (indoor) cats and recognizes that it is a great house for cats. She even figured out that the locks on the closet doors were to keep the cats out. I let her know that the house was cat proof.
I'm so happy I don't know what to do. It's been a really really long day and I'm going out to celebrate with hubby now. We weren't sure that even with a contract, that we had a sale.
