Late this morning I was called out to look at a home that’s undergoing an extreme make-over which would likely be worthy of a feature story on a prime time channel. As far as I’m concerned, the relationship that family has within is reminiscent of how families from generations past would work together for the common good of their household. Since I hadn’t been there to see it for over a month, I was again shocked at the amount of work they’ve done since my last visit. I laugh to myself in knowing how most of us work to have our weekends free for playing, while those two work all the harder on Saturday and Sunday with their own projects. There’s no question they’d be considered two people who freely holding down two jobs and liking it. It’s vision and hard work of people like them who’ll be making their own personal America great again. If only the rest of our country would look to them for direction.
My public open house at 422 S. Tennessee Place was a bit slow, but at least I had one party arrive who seemed somewhat interested. We’ll see what happens this coming week. If only we would get more homes on the market in that 80K – 120K range, I’d be getting more buyers placed in their new homes before Spring arrives. The jury is still out as far as what I believe this year’s market is going to be like. I’ve been encouraging sellers to get their homes on the market as soon as possible just because we’re now experiencing a shortage.
While coming back from showing an acreage late today, I happened to notice high above at least four flocks of Canada geese flying north. At first I thought I was seeing things because this is too early for them to be migrating. The 18th of February and the birds are flying back? Hmmm, it makes me wonder if they know something we don’t. Or, it could be because we’ve been experiencing above average temperatures during this month. I’m just going to stay hopeful they know what they’re doing more than we by returning so early.
It seemed as though the day went flying by when I looked at the clock and found it to be 6:00 pm. I guess it was one of those days where all the little chores were filling time slots in a non-stop fashion. What gave me a near jaw drop was hearing someone speak today who’s voice was a dead ringer of Truman Capote’s. When I turned around and looked, the young gentleman’s overall demeanor was also reminiscent of Capote’s. If he weren’t a perfect stranger, I would’ve likely said something to him about his likeness, bit I think that would’ve been a bit too forward on my part.
Early this afternoon I received a phone call from one of my dear friends. He was very much beside himself after hanging up from a conversation with one of his relatives. From what it sounded like, the caller was being beyond crudely rude. The only solace I could give was, “It sounds like your relative was having a few too many glasses of giggle water before you picked up.” At least I did get a “giggle” out of him. Before hanging up I said, “You know there are laws against drinking and driving, but I think there should be similar laws against drinking and dialing.” What I firmly believe about giggle water is that it’s also a truth serum. Some of the deepest secrets and darkest hatreds are illuminated when someone’s all “giggled up” and spewing out their guts. So terribly pathetic don’t you think?
