I had plans to meet my friend (and fellow investor), an electrician he’s worked with, and Royce over at The McCarty House to go over stuff in more detail at noon today. As I was pulling up I got a call from a 313 (Detroit area code) number.
“Hi, this is Travis”
“Hi, Travis this is Donita at Algonac”
“Oh, OH… hi!”
I haven’t written about Algonac yet but it’s a home we purchased in the October tax auction. There hasn’t been a ton to say since we haven’t been able to obtain possession of the house yet. The previous owner (of 39 years) is till there, and it’s been fairly dramatic and deserves it’s own post. But this is the first time I’ve had direct contact with her, and of course, it’s coming NOW when I’m running around like with a million things to do and days before our big trip.
But I was happy nonetheless. It’s good to have a line of communication open to the person you’re trying to evict. I had to cut our conversation short and meet with Royce, but I’ll be talking with Donita more soon.
I’m nervous about starting The McCarty house rehab while I’m away. It’s a large project, definitely our largest, and I spent a couple hours last night writing all the work up into different “phases” that outline how I want it tackled.
We went over everything, shifted a few things around, and actually came up with a new potential layout for the main level bedroom and (hopeful) master suite. It’s dependent on pretty significant rearrangement to the layout.
We still have to hammer down pricing, but I’m hopeful we can make some good progress in my absence.
I did nothing for Kaitlin this year for Valentine’s day. We generally don’t make a big deal out of it, but I usually at least get a card. She was a bit pissy about it… rightfully so.
I like to think there’s just been so much going on that it’s been hard to breathe, but I’m notoriously bad with holidays, birthdays, or really anything where I’m expected to give a gift. It doesn’t help that her “love language” is gifts.
Maybe buying a new house would count?
A guy can dream…