With moving, inspection and appraisal all checked off the list, we thought we were pretty much done. All we had left was a little cleaning to do at the house. Little did we know that our endurance (and possible our sanity) was about to be tested.
It was now Tuesday, May 22—three days to closing. Having borrowed a pickup from Mid-America, I left work intending to take Wednesday off for cleaning and a final lawn mowing at the house. I figured this would also be a great time to empty out our storage unit. We were out of time, but the work was about to be done. No worries.
We decided to get a jumpstart on the storage unit Tuesday evening, since I wouldn’t have Angie’s help during the day on Wednesday. We managed to load up nearly half of it before heading back to the apartment for the night.
Back at the apartment, I unloaded the first box and about collapsed. Stabbing pain, like one giant Charlie-horse, confirmed that my back had just gone out. I couldn’t walk or stand upright, let alone unload a truck. Angie had to unload the truck by herself.
Feeling the way I did, there was absolutely no possibility of a good night’s sleep. When morning came I didn’t feel any better, either. I prayed. A lot. After staring at the ceiling for a while, I decided I needed to get out of bed. I hobbled around the apartment for a while and was eventually able to stand upright and even walk (at least something that slightly resembled walking). I decided to get dressed and take a couple laps around the block. After successfully doing that, I headed to the store for a back brace, then to the house to tackle the day.
As you’ll remember from my previous blog (see The House Saga – Part 4), I had just completed work on the sprinklers a week or two before. Well, when I finished that project I had left some miscellaneous supplies in the kitchen. Among them was a bag of PVC parts—parts I didn’t even use that day but had grabbed from the garage along with the other items. When I got to the house I decided to start with cleaning up those supplies. Upon moving that bag of PVC parts, I was horrified to discover a canister of primer with purple dye had spilled, leaking through the bag onto the vinyl floor. For those of you unfamiliar with PVC primer, its entire purpose in life is to soften vinyl and open up the pours so that when glue is applied to the joints, it essentially creates a chemical weld. Yeah, so it did it’s job…and because it happened to be the kind with purple dye, there was no hope of ever getting it out of the floor. Despite this knowledge, I tried in vain for hours. A quick call to my realtor confirmed my fears. Because of the type of financing the buyers were getting, the house would almost certainly not close until the floor could be repaired.
Great! Now mid-afternoon on Wednesday, it appeared we’d need to have a new kitchen floor installed before noon on Friday. Who would even be available to do the work on such short notice? As if that weren’t impossible enough, I would need to find the exact same pattern of flooring. If I couldn’t, we’d be looking at a whole host of other delays as the buyers would need to look at samples for a new floor of their choice, and the lender would likely need to sign off, too.
Father, I can’t do this! Please help!
In fulfillment of His promise “Your Father knows what you need before you ask him” (Matt. 6:8), He had already set events in motion to answer my prayer. It just so happened that:
- I had scheduled carpet cleaning for that afternoon
- The timing of the carpet cleaner’s arrival coincided with my learning I would need a new floor (otherwise, I may not have mentioned it to him)
- His business partner also installs vinyl floors and was able to fit us in Thursday afternoon (less than 24 hours notice)
- When I went to the store, the exact same flooring was in stock
- Since I had borrowed the pickup, I had a way to deliver the new flooring to the house
God is so awesome!
I took Thursday off to prepare the kitchen for the floor guy. I wanted to save a little money and every moment left between now and closing needed to be used productively. I spent the morning pulling baseboard trim off the walls and taking appliances out of the kitchen. When I moved the refrigerator, the water supply line for the icemaker busted. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but laugh. Thankfully, there was enough extra line there that I was able to saw off the damaged portion and put a new fitting on the end for less than $5.
When the floor guy came Thursday afternoon, he told me the glue on the new floor would have to set overnight before the trim or appliances could go back in. We were supposed to close in 14 hours, but I found strength in the evidence that God was taking care of it, even before I asked. That’s not to say I didn’t have a fair amount of anxiety, though. Would we get to close on time?