Pete Vecchi
26th March 2007, 10:40 PM (22:40)
I'm starting to type this at about 10:00p.m.. It's been an odd sort of a day, but it's basically been a good day.
Back in May, 2006, we moved from New Lebanon to Xenia, OH--about a 26-mile move east, but a move that put me only 8 minutes from the building of the church I pastor instead of 30 minutes away. When we purchased the house we now live in, we had to purchase it before we actually sold the house in New Lebanon. We put that New Lebanon house on the market in April of 2005. After 6 months with no offers on it, we took it off the market, had new carpet installed throughout the house, then re-listed it with another realtor. We got our first offer on the house about 1 month ago. Finally, a little over a week ago, we were told that a closing date was supposed to occur no later than this coming Thursday. So, we were waiting to hear from our realtor when the closing would be scheduled.
We still had a few small items in the house. This morning, Melody (my wife) and I thought about going out to the old house to see about cleaning things out, because we figured that if we would close on the house on Thursday, the new owner might want immediate occupancy (no one had ever specifically told us how soon the new owner would want to take posession). I hadn't thought about going out there today, but just thought I should, because if I didn't, I knew Melody might try to do it on her own. So we went, stopping to make a hospital call on a member of our congregation on the way.
We spent a few hours trying to sort and clear things out, and went to get luch at a small area restaurant. The strangest thing was that it was the hight of the lunch "rush" time--about 12:15p.m., and we were the only patrons in the restaurant. Weve eaten there a number of times, and this was a highly unusual thing to happen. I ordered a gyro sandwich. When I got my meal, it resembled no gyro I'd ever had before. There was barely any meat on it, and it was served on a hoagie bun rather than on pita bread. I told the waitress I'd eat it, but that it wasn't the way it was supposed to be. It ends up that the manager was cooking, and didn't know how to make the sandwich. I had to tell the waitress (who then told the manager) how it was supposed to be made. Seems kind of odd to me.
So anyway, Melody and I went back to the old house, and left a message for the realtor letting her know we'd be leaving the old house soon, and wondering if she'd heard any more about a closing date, and if the new owner wanted a certain item taken from or left at the house. She didn't know, but said she'd get back to us. So we started back for the 40-minute drive back to Xenia about 1:45, leaving the item at the house, figuring we could come get it later in the week if the new owner didn't want it left there.
About 2:00, Melody's cell phone rang. It was our realtor. The new owner did not want the item left at the house. Also, occupancy would be at the time of closing. Also, the closing was scheduled for 6:00pm TODAY! Our realtor had never told us, because she'd never gotten that message. She called back a little later and said that the new owner's paperwork would take longer than normal, so that we didn't need to get there until 6:30. So we turned around, got the item out of the house and took care of some other things, and got back home a little after 4:00, only to have to leave again around by 5:45 to get to the closing on time.
Thgings there went pretty smoothly, except for the fact that a typographical error showed an incorrect middle initial for my wife. The house was officially sold before 7:00pm -- about 11 months after we first put it on the market.
So, Melody and I were now getting a bit hungry again, and decided to use our "Entertainment Book" coupon (2 meals for the price of 1) at a certain resteraunt where we'd never been, but that we knew was fairly close to the place we had to go for the closing. As our salads and water came, we mentioned to the server that we had the entertainment card, and she said they don't take those (even though they are specifically listed in the book as taking them). So I said, "Then we don't want these," and Melody and I got up and left (we hadn't eaten anything yet). So we looked for another place to eat.
We drove through the area, finally stopping at a place where there are about a dozen or mor restaurants in about a 1-mile area. We just picked one that sounded good. We got in, the hostess was bringing us to a booth, and who did we pass? Our nephew, who was now working as a server at that particular restaurant. So we asked to have him as our server. We ordered our food, and when my meal came, the meat was pretty rare--and I like it medium-well to well done. So I had to have my sever/nephew bring it back for more cooking. It ends up it was his error (he accidentally pushed the wrong button on the computer when putting the order in). But I gave him a decent tip anyway. Now, I hardly ever return food in a restaurant. In fact, I try not to eat out all that often. ut here I was, having to eat out twice in the same day, and I had to go to 3 restaurants, and the 2 places where I actually got something to eat, the food was prepared improperly.
But the house finally sold, and we are happy about that. We got to talk with our nephew for a onger stretch of time tonight than we've had the opportunity to do in a long time.
It was in all a good day. It was just an odd day.
I don't know why I've just shared all of this. I just kind of felt like there was a serindipity-type of thing occuring (I give the credit for this to the Holy Spirit), and I just had the sense that I needed to share about this day on NazNet tonight (he says after 40-minutes worth of typing).
Back in May, 2006, we moved from New Lebanon to Xenia, OH--about a 26-mile move east, but a move that put me only 8 minutes from the building of the church I pastor instead of 30 minutes away. When we purchased the house we now live in, we had to purchase it before we actually sold the house in New Lebanon. We put that New Lebanon house on the market in April of 2005. After 6 months with no offers on it, we took it off the market, had new carpet installed throughout the house, then re-listed it with another realtor. We got our first offer on the house about 1 month ago. Finally, a little over a week ago, we were told that a closing date was supposed to occur no later than this coming Thursday. So, we were waiting to hear from our realtor when the closing would be scheduled.
We still had a few small items in the house. This morning, Melody (my wife) and I thought about going out to the old house to see about cleaning things out, because we figured that if we would close on the house on Thursday, the new owner might want immediate occupancy (no one had ever specifically told us how soon the new owner would want to take posession). I hadn't thought about going out there today, but just thought I should, because if I didn't, I knew Melody might try to do it on her own. So we went, stopping to make a hospital call on a member of our congregation on the way.
We spent a few hours trying to sort and clear things out, and went to get luch at a small area restaurant. The strangest thing was that it was the hight of the lunch "rush" time--about 12:15p.m., and we were the only patrons in the restaurant. Weve eaten there a number of times, and this was a highly unusual thing to happen. I ordered a gyro sandwich. When I got my meal, it resembled no gyro I'd ever had before. There was barely any meat on it, and it was served on a hoagie bun rather than on pita bread. I told the waitress I'd eat it, but that it wasn't the way it was supposed to be. It ends up that the manager was cooking, and didn't know how to make the sandwich. I had to tell the waitress (who then told the manager) how it was supposed to be made. Seems kind of odd to me.
So anyway, Melody and I went back to the old house, and left a message for the realtor letting her know we'd be leaving the old house soon, and wondering if she'd heard any more about a closing date, and if the new owner wanted a certain item taken from or left at the house. She didn't know, but said she'd get back to us. So we started back for the 40-minute drive back to Xenia about 1:45, leaving the item at the house, figuring we could come get it later in the week if the new owner didn't want it left there.
About 2:00, Melody's cell phone rang. It was our realtor. The new owner did not want the item left at the house. Also, occupancy would be at the time of closing. Also, the closing was scheduled for 6:00pm TODAY! Our realtor had never told us, because she'd never gotten that message. She called back a little later and said that the new owner's paperwork would take longer than normal, so that we didn't need to get there until 6:30. So we turned around, got the item out of the house and took care of some other things, and got back home a little after 4:00, only to have to leave again around by 5:45 to get to the closing on time.
Thgings there went pretty smoothly, except for the fact that a typographical error showed an incorrect middle initial for my wife. The house was officially sold before 7:00pm -- about 11 months after we first put it on the market.
So, Melody and I were now getting a bit hungry again, and decided to use our "Entertainment Book" coupon (2 meals for the price of 1) at a certain resteraunt where we'd never been, but that we knew was fairly close to the place we had to go for the closing. As our salads and water came, we mentioned to the server that we had the entertainment card, and she said they don't take those (even though they are specifically listed in the book as taking them). So I said, "Then we don't want these," and Melody and I got up and left (we hadn't eaten anything yet). So we looked for another place to eat.
We drove through the area, finally stopping at a place where there are about a dozen or mor restaurants in about a 1-mile area. We just picked one that sounded good. We got in, the hostess was bringing us to a booth, and who did we pass? Our nephew, who was now working as a server at that particular restaurant. So we asked to have him as our server. We ordered our food, and when my meal came, the meat was pretty rare--and I like it medium-well to well done. So I had to have my sever/nephew bring it back for more cooking. It ends up it was his error (he accidentally pushed the wrong button on the computer when putting the order in). But I gave him a decent tip anyway. Now, I hardly ever return food in a restaurant. In fact, I try not to eat out all that often. ut here I was, having to eat out twice in the same day, and I had to go to 3 restaurants, and the 2 places where I actually got something to eat, the food was prepared improperly.
But the house finally sold, and we are happy about that. We got to talk with our nephew for a onger stretch of time tonight than we've had the opportunity to do in a long time.
It was in all a good day. It was just an odd day.
I don't know why I've just shared all of this. I just kind of felt like there was a serindipity-type of thing occuring (I give the credit for this to the Holy Spirit), and I just had the sense that I needed to share about this day on NazNet tonight (he says after 40-minutes worth of typing).