Holding Our Breath

My in-laws have been in assisted living for over two years. During much of that time, my brother-in-law and I have been working on their house. (Mostly him, although I did scrape three rooms of wallpaper.) We finally put it on the market several weeks ago, and we were thrilled, especially since the market is so sluggish right now, to have a contract close to the asking price after just three weeks. Once the house was inspected, there was a fairly lengthy list of repairs that needed to be made. James and his brother have been steadily working on the list, and today they met at the house to finish it up. One of the things they had to do was lay a vapor barrier of plastic in the dirt crawl space beneath the house. I heard the basement-garage door open when James got home, but I was a little surprised to see him emerge from the basement into the hall in his underwear. When I got a look at these clothes, I was glad he'd stripped in the basement!

The closing is set for next Friday, and though it looks like everything will proceed according to plan, we're holding our breath until all the signatures are in place. I can tell you that I was also holding my breath as I carried these clothes from the basement to the laundry room!