Thank goodness the sun was shining most of the day which helped to dry off some of our Downtown streets. I went out to my front sidewalk with broom and shovel in hand and began working at getting it as clean as possible since yesterday morning’s sleet. After about a half hour’s work, I’d say it’s once again presentable.
One of my clients stopped by this morning to drop some documents off and have a little visit. He and his wife are preparing for their move to a town in southern Missouri where they have relatives. I’m going to miss the both of them since I’ve known that family for over 25 years. He really likes to tease me about happenings in the past and I do take it because yours truly has been known to tease others as well.
They did give me a gift of old Globe Gazette newspapers that were dated June 01, 1953 which was a commemorative edition of sorts for the 100 year anniversary of the founding of Mason City. I think they were surprised how delighted I was to get them, but they didn’t know how much I enjoy reading old gazettes. I’ll have to add them to my small collection, but for sure I’ll be taking some photos of a few pictured articles and share with you from time to time. It’ll also be interesting to see how journalistic reporting has evolved when reading them. For sure I’ll find words that’ve long ago fallen into dis-use.
An extended phone call took place with one of my sellers regarding a dollar concession a particular buyer is asking for after reviewing an inspection report he had emailed to him. What really gets under my skin is the way in which some of these home inspectors present their findings to buyers. We all know everyone want’s to be a hero in their own right, but when you get people overly-stirred up with issues they’re already aware of, just doesn’t set well with me.
I don’t even want to think about how many times I’ve told buyers that they’re not buying brand new homes, and if they want inspections, then they should have them done, but to focus on the big ticket items like furnaces, plumbing, roofs, wiring, and the like, instead of zeroing in on a little peeling paint, cracks in sidewalks, and all those other things that were visible to their naked eyes.
There’ve been enough times over these years where I’ve seen buyers walk away from good homes just because their home inspectors got them all stirred up. And what’s all the more crazy is that there’ve been times when those inspectors have missed something far more important which left those new owners having to contend with. I wish more people would take the stand of an arms-length opinion coming from a qualified and reasonably-minded person on the over-all condition of a given home. There’s no question in my mind that if I were in a punitive frame of mind when walking thru a home, I would have a laundry list of “wrongs” to share with the world, because no matter what anyone thinks, there is NO perfect home.
My new listing at 341 S. Carolina is already getting some good interest and I’m hopeful it’ll get sold soon. I told another Realtor today that its rear yard/garden area is to die for, and a person could even have an elegant chicken coop built back at the rear of the property which would be a great place because there are no close neighbors. Once you’ve eaten an honest to goodness yard egg, you’ll certainly know there is a markedly distinct difference in taste.
I happened to read a short article today about all the many more people in developed countries raising their own chickens if they happen to be living in a house with a garden area. That article also mentioned how selective breeding over these last 40 years has given us hybrid chicken breeds that grow faster and have a closer feed-to-pound gain ratio, so the next time I’m buying a broiler, I’ll have to remember it’s a much younger bird that it looks.
Tonight’s one-liner is: I learned long ago never to wrestle with a pig, because you get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.