Weather was not fun in Michigan, again. My dad drove down from the UP to travel to Florida with me. Unfortunately, he had quite a bit of trouble during the trip, and decided he would not be driving any more. Oh, well, I have driven all that way by myself, and at least I had his company on the journey. Jim and Ginger joined us ten days later.
The second house we looked at was still for sale, and the price had dropped considerably. We made arrangements to see it again.
The bathroom had a very ugly shower surround making it very dark. There is a window inside the shower.
The garage was converted into two small bed and bath units and a family room. I could not figure out how to use those two units. They did not have access to the house. One's entry was through the back yard, the other opened onto the driveway. The big double carport was in poor condition, but Dad fell in love with it. He could just picture himself sitting there, tending steaks on the grill and visiting with the neighbors.
Inside was very dark. Furniture was listed as "negotiable." It looks like it has been there since the house was built, 1963. Curtains covered the windows and some could not be opened. The dark paneling seemed to suck up any light and made it difficult to see details. The carpeting was shag. It was loose and had wrinkles but looked otherwise in good shape, for orange and brown shag.
Master Bedroom, again very dark, only lamp is on opposite side of bed from door. No en suite bathroom.
Kitchen is not too bad. Appliances were relatively modern.
There were no pictures in the listing of the odd arrangement in the other bedroom. A small door led into a step down dark closet with the house water heater in it. On the other side of the water heater, another door opened into a fully tiled half bath.
The third bedroom was on the other side of the kitchen. I had a problem with the access doors in that bedroom and the master bedroom. You had to go through the master bedroom to access the garage from the house. In the small third bedroom, there was a door leading to the back yard. Personally, I prefer bedrooms not to be throughways that everyone uses.
We looked the house over carefully. I still was not that impressed with it, but the neighborhood was just right, and the new price was closer to our budget. Jim and my dad were in agreement that the house was solid and well built. Our Spanish house landlord is a general contractor, and we had him look over the house as well. He agreed with Dad and Jim, the house was solid and had "good bones." It was in need of a new roof, new AC and probably furnace. I had my doubts about the plumbing and electricity as well.
OK, we decided to make an offer.
Next time, the ups and downs of real estate and the outcome of our offer.