Pretty Easy Living

Still not being used to this time change, I wondered from time to time why it felt later than it actually was, but then had to remind myself why.  I’d say it’s going to take a few more days before I get fully adapted to it.

I’d say most of my day was filled with out of office appointments with the exception of several scheduled in-office meetings.  As our weather grows gradually colder, I’ve been trying to acclimate myself to it by dressing only light enough to keep from being chilled because when it does get really cold, I’ll be fully prepared for it.  I think the hours I spent outdoors yesterday was a good climate-change exercise.

My mid-morning appointment took me over to Prairie Place on 1st for the final showing of a unit a buyer is interested in, and thankfully, several good friends tagged along to give their over-all view.  It ended up being another good viewing of the unit, and afterwards gave the full tour of the complex.  Everyone seemed impressed enough to where my buyer said, “I’m ready to make an offer on it.”, and since I had a block of time set aside, we decided right away was about as good a time as any.

I drove back to my office and gathered all the necessary documents, and about five minutes later the buyer arrived.  I took every care to make sure everything was understood so that there’d be no questioning call-backs. After everything was signed, I made copies for the buyer to take home.

Since the noon hour had already arrived, I waited until it was over before calling the seller.  As chance would have it, he said he could meet with me in about 20 minutes.  When he arrived, I went over the offer, and to my delight, he agreed to its terms.  We now officially have only 5 units remaining, and two of them are 1 bedroom units.  I’m pretty pleased that out of the 32 original units, there are so few left.  I’m still of the belief that as the numbers available dwindle, buyer interests will grow.

Because I’ve grown familiar enough with all the residents, I can freely say that I’ve never seen a group of people in a large condominium complex get along as well as they do which makes for some pretty easy living.  I’m growing all the more convinced there’s a divine intervention of sorts that’s taking place with those who end up wanting to purchase one of them.  What a perfect case study for a sociologist.

My afternoon appointment was at a home owned by one of my clients, and the reason he wanted me to look at it, was for me to give my opinion on what needed to be done on it before it was re-rented.  Even though his tenant said everything was cleaned and no damage done, I pointed out a number of things that were, and most of all, the mini-blinds that were pulled all the way up which is always a red flag for me, and wouldn’t you know it, when I let them all down, there were five of them that were either broken or torn.  Of course yours truly had to get on his soapbox when seeing such willful damage done in less than a year by saying, “All the more tenants believe they can do anything they want to homes owned by others simply because they’re paying rent, and the camps of real conscientious tenants are growing all the fewer in numbers.” In years gone by, you’d normally not find many careless tenants, but I’m convinced it’s turned around in these days to where it’s almost a fluke when finding a good one.

One of my clients stopped by today for a short visit, and after asking her about the plans she had for the cold months ahead, I was informed that she’s going to work on getting an old-fashioned quilt made.  Having known her for some time, I always thought her expertise was gardening without considering her being one who enjoyed sewing.  She brightened up when I mentioned how high of an esteem I hold for people who can create such works of art with fabric and especially when taking all the more time in making one in a vintage fashion.

I told her the story about my having pulled an very old quilt out of a box of refuse that was left at the back alley of an estate home.  Since I’m not one who goes digging in the trash of another, I was just happenstance that I walked back there to see what was sticking out of one of those cardboard boxes.  Wouldn’t you know it, there was that vintage quilt that must’ve been passed down from the decedent’s family.  There were several seams that had come apart, but all in all, it wasn’t worthy of being trashed. Whenever seeing it, I’m alway amazed at the amount of time it must’ve taken to create such small squares into a near perfect geometric pattern.  And to think much of that work was done by hand which makes such creations all the more impressive in these technological times.

Tonight’s one-liner is:  The first day one is a guest, the second day a burden, and the third a pest.

Joe Chodur

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