Are we all living and drinking a Martooni? I mean a Martini? The "behind the scenes" Real Estate market is so drunk you don't know what it's going to do. It's stumbling drunk. One hand simply doesn't seem to know what the other hand is doing!
Ossifer, Ossifer, I'm not too drive to drunk.
One of my dear clients has been trying to save her home. I have it listed and have been showing it. The property is awesome without question.
She went to great lengths to retain an Attorney to either negotiate a refinance or at least stave off the wolves till she could sell. She verified with the BAR (legal...not the drinking kind) that the man was legit. He guaranteed his services to the tune of $2,500.00.
The lender agreed to work with her and she was told to be patient. It would work out fine.
Yesterday she got home to find a certified letter stating that the house is scheduled for sale on the courthouse steps.
She contacted her lawyer to find that he had "moved offices" without a forwarding address or phone number.
She told me her head was spinning. Was she shaken or stirred? What's going on out there?
Later in the rain~Deb
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