A Lasting Footprint

As every day passes, and all the more people in Iowa are confirmed as having the coronavirus, while in disbelief, I look at those numbers and wonder when the new infection rate is going to start leveling off, and then finally dissipate.

More than once today, I shared my belief that our entire world will have changed to where we’ll all come to the understanding that there’ll be things that’ll never be the same as they were before this all started, as well as being features of our “new world” that we’ll have to accept and grow used to.

Someone who’s related to a doctor that’s associated with a hospital, mentioned today that even though we’ll get thru this first round of the pandemic, their hospital’s greatest fear, is when September rolls around, all our children are back in school, and then just one or two of those students being in the asymptomatic stages of the Chinese virus, and the shut-downs will start all over again. If that does happen, there’ll a devastating impact on our local businesses which will even more-so change the landscape of our local economy. Let’s hope and pray they get a vaccine created before September arrives.

One of my dear friends called this afternoon to see how all has been with me since we’d not spoken for several weeks. I thought it funny because I’d been thinking about calling him, but he’s always exceptionally busy, and I don’t like bothering him during the work week. I was happy to hear all was well with him and family, but didn’t hesitate to scold him about being around too many humans during this pandemic, because one can never be too careful in these times.

I received another call this afternoon from a woman whom I’ve known for a number of years, and was quick to inform her that the home she once lived in while young, just recently sold. I knew it was on the market, but when I noticed how much it had changed, but not for the better, I didn’t want to mention it. Well, unbeknownst to me, she’d already looked at it during an open house, and afterwards, wished she hadn’t because the fond memories she had of her childhood home had been changed in a bad way, forevermore.

That home was just one more example of someone trying to turn a pre-1900’s home into something looking like it came out of a mobile home magazine, because its beautiful spoon carved woodwork had been removed, and replaced with that plastic stuff that’s supposed to look like wood. They also covered all the wooden floors with those snap together planks of vinyl tile.

There’s no doubt whomever purchased it, was only looking for room sizes, and number of bedrooms and bathrooms, but if those buyers could’ve seen what it looked like back then, they would’ve also been heartbroken over all the weak updates that were made. Before hanging up, I did remind her to never re-visit something out of her past unless it looks the same or better.

I did share another thought with her regarding my belief that we all should create a good and lasting footprint with our homes, just so our future generations will be inspired by such beauty to the point where they’ll feel it their duty to continue on with the care and maintenance of them. To me, it’s like owning an expensive work of art, where it’s treated accordingly.

Just yesterday a woman mentioned how much the home her grandparents lived in for over 30 years, had fallen so much into disrepair, that she refused to even drive down the street it’s located on, because of how internally angry she gets when looking at such a mess. She went on to share her memories of how beautiful their home appeared both inside and out, along with how well they maintained their yard and flower gardens. She was being so descriptive, I began envisioning what it looked like.

Because we can’t do anything about reeling back time, I reminded her that the owner of it is one of our leading rental barons who could give hoot about what that home looks like, because it’s just one of the many money-making Section 8 rentals he owns. I’m sure if those walls could talk, they’d have many hair-raising tales to tell.

I did spend some time today with my customer who’s looking at buying something to fix up and sell, and as chance would have it, I found one that would fit his criteria if he could get it purchased at a low enough price. I also reminded him that to make money on “flipping”, you have to do as much as you can yourself, and certainly in a professional manner. He’s been involved in construction in the past, so I’m not worried about him doing a good job, but my fear is that he still doesn’t realize how quickly the hard costs start adding up. I’ll be showing it to him sometime soon, but you can be sure, I’ll be heavily scrutinizing it, because the first big project will be either the springboard to continued success, or being chalked up as another hard life-lesson learned.

My morning tomorrow is booked with five homes to show a repeat customer, and hopefully there’ll be one of them he’ll find acceptable. He’ll have a home to sell, but I do think it’ll sell quickly as long as it’s priced right.

Please keep in mind, tomorrow is going to be much colder, and possibly chances of rain mixed with snow, which means we’re still not far enough into April to be out of Mother’s Natures ability to surprise us with snow.

Tonight’s one-liner is: With this pandemic, we’re finding strange footprints on the shores of the unknown.

Joe Chodur

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