New House Drama

So, I closed on the house on Monday, and got the keys. 'Twas pouring with rain, so I didn't attempt entry Monday. Went over last night, and took a few boxes with me. The seller's real estate agent, Lazan, had said that when she went over to clear out the last of the old mail and stuff, she found a man sleeping in the back bedroom, and was so startled, she began screaming and couldn't stop, except finally to tell him to clear out and never come back. He was just as scared as she, and took off in a hurry. So, last night, I found all this stuff that he had apparently left behind: towels, a bag of food, a cushion and some mats, a few books, and curiously enough, paint, and a roller tray—at least I guess it was his. I feel really bad that he didn't get to take all his stuff; I certainly can't use any of it, but I'm sure it was valuable to him. I think I'll try to put some signs up on the Drag so I can give it back. Lazan said she usually makes a charitable donation after every closing, and because of that experience, was going to donate to HOBO, or one of the other homeless organizations, which makes me feel a little better.

Anyway, there is much to be done in the way of little repairs and such, besides the big painting/ leveling jobs, so I'm trying to line up some people to come out and take care of it. My mom volunteered to come tomorrow or Friday to be there and supervise.