The offer was rejected. We're not that upset. Yes, we would've preferred it be accepted, but we're not distraught about it. It seems the owner made a deal with the bank. When we made the offer, we were told he had no part in it and the bank was the one making the decisions. From what we understand, the owner convinced the church for which he is a pastor to make the mortgage payments until he sells it, and the bank agreed to let him be the seller. But, the bank has to OK the deal. This is bad for us, b/c the owner owes $20,000 more than the asking price. So, he won't accept anything less than the asking price and has no way to do the $5,000 in closing costs we'd asked for. Even with that, it still isn't a bad deal. So, we're still considering. We're going to see about the loan and then decide. Yes, we already had a pre-approval from another company, but the realtor suggest we look around (the one we'd used is known to pad their closing costs a bit), and she gave us the name of someone she uses all the time. We'll see what she has to say, and then go from there.
On the pool front, we had 9 swimmers this morning for a total of 20 minutes. Mondays we're closed, but in their quest to make $$, daycares are scheduled on Mondays from 11:00 till 3:30. It thundered and rained on and off all day today and was chilly (only 87 for a high - it was over 100 on Sat.), so our two big groups cancelled. Our one small group came, but they had to get out after only 20 minuted b/c of thunder. I felt bad for them, but I was glad to get out of there when we did. Especially b/c they'd told one of the big groups they could come from 2-4 (in hopes of the weather clearing) and I had a haircut at 4. This way, I was able to go to Sam's (again) and still make my haircut.
Speaking of, I love that Amy (haircutter). She's got such a sweet soul. Just love her. Her girlfriend of like 30 years (their moms were preggo at the same time & were next door neighbors) was there. What a wonderful bond those girls have. They were in diapers together and bridesmaids in each other's weddings. I have to admit, I was a smidge jealous.
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