Category Archives: Mini-Rancho

The stolen mezuzah

It’s tempting to get paranoid and blame leftist anti-semitism for the theft of our mezuzah on the rancho’s front door. But since our neighbors across the street still have theirs, we rather think it was taken by one of the multiple people who’ve been in and out prepping the house for sale. One in particular who bragged she collected souvenirs from the houses she worked on, though she denies it.

If I was more observant, I would have moved it to the mini-rancho the day we moved in.

What a revoltin’ development…

Jackie Gleason used to say that on The Honeymooners. “What a revoltin’ development this is.”***

We bought the mini-rancho “as is,” with multiple broken appliances. We knew about the broken microwave, the broken garbage disposal, the broken stove, and the broken ice maker in the fridge. We thought we were safe with the dishwasher. After all our buyer’s inspector ran water through it on one cycle and pronounced it good.

We ran soap and dishes through it this afternoon and it flooded the kitchen.

That’s because the soap dispenser is broken. It releases the soap all at once. This was not disclosed on the seller’s disclosure form. The seller gave us a $500 security deposit so they could stay in the mini-rancho nine days after closing. We’re inclined to keep the money to get another dishwasher.

Bar remembered the other thing Gleason used to say: “Hey Ed, how’s things down in the sewer?”

UPDATE***:  Yipes! It wasn’t Gleason who said it. It was William Bendix in The Life of Riley, a 1940s “American radio situation comedy series…that was adapted into a 1949 feature film, a 1950s television series, and a 1958 comic book.” Embarrassing!

 

We forgot the attic

In cleaning out, throwing out, and giving away the accumulated stuff of 25 years, and finally sitting back and congratulating ourselves on nearing the finish line we remembered what we forgot: the attic.

Dust-covered boxes up there. An antique electric typewriter (someone please explain that to the millennials), a boogie board (someone please explain that to the boomers), and reams of paper documenting G-d knows what.

Too hot to even venture up there these days, let along make an extended stay. Yet it must be done for the coming sale of the rancho. There’s no room at the mini-rancho.

This is going to have be a 5 a.m.operation. Tomorrow.

No buyer-seller meeting

Closed on the condo this morning in separate meetings, buyer and seller, two hours apart. Last time I closed on a house was 2003 when buyers and sellers still met at the closing.

Not anymore. Title lady said it was because buyers and sellers disclose personal information at closing. Uh huh. I think it’s because realtors try to keep them separate to avoid an argument that blows up the deal.