Saturday, July 14, 1984

My ex-beau sent a real estate agent to my house. This house appraised at $47,500.00 in April; it's now worth $22,000.00. I bought it for $13,500.00 in 1969, added a garage, new vinyl flooring in the kitchen, wood flooring in the entry, plush carpet in the rest of the house, put in a bar, put in two driveways and sidewalks, landscaped the yard, totally fenced the yard, put in an in-ground swimming pool, refinished the kitchen cabinets, got storm windows, tore out walls, put in new walls, and added doors and closets with doors. In other words I did everything to a house that could be done almost. I still owe somewhere between $4,000.00 and $5,000.00. When the real estate agent said $22,000.00, I went into cardiac arrest, and that's if I can sell it. Since Mom and Dad's house only appraised a few thousand higher than mine did in 1980, I'd be very fortunate to get $25,000.00 from it. By the time I pay my lender, pay the realtor agent's seven percent fee, and the closing costs, I'd end up with about $40,000.00, if I could sell both of them.

I cleaned the hallway and went to work.

Greg was supposed to add pool chemicals today while I was at work, but he told me when I got home, that he had only added the chemicals an hour before, and then he left. I have to work the day shift tomorrow and get up early, but I had to stay up until the wee hours of the morning circulating the chemicals.