1. He was a man just out of the service (vets are instant winners with us) and was getting a VA mortgage, had a good job, and everything looked good. He came on his own one afternoon and I gave him the tour and answered non money questions, just more important ones like "How does this work?" He was happy, we were happy. Everyone was happy. The guy lost his job the next day. Nobody happy.
2. Next was a woman who was ready to offer full price and was ready to go. Her father said no. End of that.
Nothing happened for a while, and we were getting the usual consolation s of homeowners everywhere. "Don't worry. My neighbor ***** had his house on sale since World War II. Somebody bought it last year. They gotta a real fixer upper. Gotta get the squatters out, meth labs, you know, I think the second floor guest room has disappeared. Ya open the door and there's nuthin' there. Swear ta God. Black as night, no stars. If they can sell that place, you, my friend, got no worries. Any more beer?"
So we had the lull, that time where you don't what to do with house/yard because how long will you be there? So you're like the shivering plants outside, knowing that the time for warmth will come, in the meantime just hunker down, and we'll get through.
We put a new granite top on our kitchen cabinets late in 2015, in time for the holidays, and we are still paying for it toda, thanks to Home Depot accounts. But in case we would be there come Spring 2016 (we were) it would be nice. So began The Lull.