I don't mind nit picking when I am the nit picker. I thrive on nit picky, especially when it involves spotting spelling errors on public signage. When I am on the receiving end of nit picky, it's not so fun. Must be what my husband feels like, living with me!
We finally got word of the VA appraisal on late on Thursday. The appraiser noticed some peeling paint on a couple of windows. He is requiring that all the paint be scraped, repainted and all paint chips removed.
This is all that is preventing me from moving out of my RV. Seems like an easy fix, right? I'd go do it myself if they would let me. Except that it has to be a contractor. And then an order has to be sent to get the appraiser to go back, for another fee, of course, and verify that the work has been done. Then three or four more days, minimum, for the appraiser to file his report. Then, maybe, just maybe, the loan processor will produce all the needed closing paperwork.
Have I mentioned how much I love it when my life's details are being handled by invisible, unreachable, anonymous people? Since we have nothing solid to go on, we don't have a new closing date yet. Probably just as well, for my mental well-being!