Slow Moving Vehicle

I’m hoping the temps continue to inch up a little more each day until we can get at least within in spitting distance of 32 degrees.  Thank goodness the City Street Dept. has been busy getting all those mounds of snow out of our Historic Downtown.  I had to chase down one of the supervisors and remind him that they have about a ten foot tall mound to get removed from my back parking lot which their snowplows created these past months.  I hadn’t mentioned anything to them until now, but I really don’t want all that water standing back there once it starts melting because for sure there’d be a muddy mess lasting for weeks if not longer.

Since I had a few hours free, I spent most of that time cleaning up some files along with getting some emails sent out, and one of them being all the pertinent information on Prairie Place on 1st which another Realtor had asked for earlier.  Little did she know how much of an information over-load she’d be getting.  Well, when people ask me for all the information I can share on a particular property, I do try to oblige their requests.  I’m sure she’s going to be adding paper before it’s finished printing.

I spent most of last night doing some soup cooking for a monthly gathering of our Realtors and associate members of our MLS.  Today was our yearly soup cook-off which just so happened to land on Ash Wednesday.  Since I knew some of our members are Catholic and possibly following their restriction of not eating meat today, I prepared one pot of German beef and dumpling soup, and the other being a Lenten vegetable soup.  I thought they both turned out quite good, so I refrigerated them overnight and placed them in crockpots this morning and took them to my office.

The huge mistake I made when I took them over to the meeting hall about a half hour early, was that I didn’t plug them in while they were at my office.  I thought for sure they’d be hot enough in a half hour’s time when the guests started arriving because I had them dialed on high heat.  I was terribly disappointed that they’d not heated up even close enough to be called “hot soup”.  There were seven different types of soup being served, and I thought for sure one of mine would’ve won, but cold soup definitely doesn’t cut it for taste and texture.

Everyone was to take a sample of each, and then go back and get a bowl of the one they liked.  As chance would have it, one of the Realtors sitting next to me said she liked the German soup as well as the Lenten soup.  I confessed that I was the one that brought those crocks, as well as apologizing for my judgement call regarding the time it would take to heat them up.  I couldn’t believe she said, “Irregardless of your Lenten soup being cold, I’m going to vote for it because I really like it.”  At least I felt better about that as well as seeing my pot of German soup had only about a third remaining.  Unfortunately I didn’t win the prize I’d hoped for when preparing them, but after finding how cold they were, I knew I wouldn’t win.  The winner of the competition was the crockpot of Broccoli Cheese soup.  I sampled it and considered it also good–especially since it was the temperature a bowl of soup should be.  I learned a hard lesson regarding crockpots today.

The above photo I’m sharing with you tonight is one I took yesterday up in Northwood.  Most people don’t know that there are Mennonite and Amish people who farm up in that area.

As chance would have it, I stopped after my appointment in Fallgatter’s Market to pick up something sweet because I hadn’t eaten lunch and was getting hungry.  When I walked up to the counter, there stood a strapping young man with a beard and dressed in those old-style denim work clothes.  What instantly registered in my mind was his yellow straw hat.  He must’ve noticed I was watching him because he turned and looked at me.  I smiled and said, “It’s always good to see those yellow hats.”  He grinned and walked out with his small grocery bag under arm.

As I was heading to my car, I noticed him walking far across the street to the end of a parking lot, and wouldn’t you know it, there stood his horse and buggy.  I just had to get a photo of his carriage, so I quickly got in my car and drove close enough to get a shot.  I was tickled to see that rig because it momentarily took me back in time and reminded what life was like before horseless carriages were built.  I didn’t see the gentleman anywhere near which was unfortunate because I would’ve asked him to pose next to his slow moving vehicle.  Isn’t it a hoot to see a SMV sign on the back of a horse drawn buggy?

Tomorrow evening, I’ll have to talk about the showing I had today that lasted longer due the creation of many laughs with everyone involved.  I was being delightfully wicked with the buyers children, and believe me, they were enjoying it.  Both of those youngsters are going to be challenging their teachers tomorrow with the word “unctuous”.

Tonight’s one-liner is:  Children feel free to explore when their basic needs are met.

Joe Chodur

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