Little Green Babies

Having not had a good night’s sleep last night, I was all the more wired when I arrived at the office this morning, and even more so to find that the temperature was at 56 degrees when I passed by the marquis on one of our banks. As much as I don’t want to believe, it’s appearing as if we’re on a faster track towards Fall this year.

There was some early desk work to finish before I had to head out of town to a meeting that was scheduled to start at 9:00 am. I left a little early, just so I would have time to stop at that same road-side stand and pick up some more of that wonderful sweet corn I purchased last Sunday. After that’s been prepared and frozen, I believe I’ll have enough to last until next year’s crop. I’ll have to do some searching for heritage sweet corn seeds, and if in the mood next Spring, I may have to plant some for my own use.

When I arrived at my destination, I was glad to find the people in attendance following the six foot distancing from each other as well as using face masks. The meeting started on time, but took far longer than expected which didn’t get me out of there until almost noon, but at least the question and answer session was straight-forward and productive enough to where I didn’t consider it a waste of my time.

As I was driving back to the City, I was reminded once again how much more pro-bono work Realtors are called to do in the course of doing business. When first asked to attend that meeting, I bristled a bit and almost declined, but then realized that if I could be of any help in getting a lingering issue resolved, then it was my duty to be there.

When I got back to my office, I had a number of phone calls to return, which kept me busy for another two hours. I teasingly said to a dear client who was asking my opinion on something, “Of course you’re asking me because for some reason, you believe me to be the source of all wisdom.” He got a good laugh out of that.

With the first of the month bills piling up, I figured it just as good a time as any to get them paid and mailed off, and when looking more closely at my office gas and electric bill, I wasn’t the happiest to see all those extra charges they have for gas meter usage and step-ups for “summer” electricity. Now what difference should it make if it’s summer or winter electric? As far as I’m concerned it’s just one more way for our utility company to rake in more profits. It’s no wonder all the more people are going off the grid with their solar panels, geothermal, and where possible, the windmills. I applaud them.

I’m still wondering what’s going to happen with these people who’re living from pay to pay, when they suddenly find themselves out of jobs, and if they’re double income households, they’re still not going to be able to make ends meet because they’ve factored in their second incomes to meet their monthly expenses. You can bet I hope and pray we’re not going to have another return of the 2008 mortgage crisis because if another one hits, it’ll eclipse the last one, and mainly because of all the more of our unknowns.

Some people think it’s just fine living on financial tightropes, but what they don’t get, is that if all “yell” breaks loose, their financial lifestyles will end up having an effect in one way or another, on our society as a whole. Don’t get me wrong when speaking like this, because I believe everyone should have an opportunity to own their own home, but what I don’t like, is their refusal to start out small and work their way up, because there are too many buyers who want “Now”, what their parents had to work for years to get. I’m growing all the more convinced we’re living in the “Age of Now”, where the past isn’t even history to be looked back on for direction, and the future being nothing more than a tomorrow. I may sound overly-simplistic, but that’s the way our society is evolving.

Today was a perfect example of the “Age of Now” where a client of mine said one of his tenants called saying he was going to be late on his August rent because he had to pay his car insurance. Now the first thing I said to my client was, “So your tenant is so lacking in foresight that he left you believing the insurance premium was unexpected?”
After more discussion I said, “Your tenant’s so-called crisis, is one more example of living only for today.” We may think it was all just a big excuse, but the more I’m seeing and hearing it, I’m convinced people are so far under water financially that they don’t even want to think about what’s in store for them tomorrow.

Before heading home I stopped at my little private garden to check on those tomatoes and peppers along with giving all of them a good watering. While I was at the faucet filling buckets, the neighbor walked over for a visit. The first thing out of his mouth was, “My wife and I are amazed at how healthy your tomato plants are, and to think you started them from seed.” I took that as a great compliment, and proudly showed him all the little green babies hanging on their vines.

While there, we talked about the City deer, woodchuck, raccoon, and in-town geese populations. I think I made a real believer out of him when showing him all the damage those vile deer had done to those tomatoes and peppers before I placed that deer netting over them.

He had several suggestions about harvesting the deer and geese for the community kitchen, but even though it sounded like a good idea, we’ll likely never see the day where any of our residents would be willing to butcher, and prepare such wild meats for consumption because far too many in our society have little or no idea how to even get the feathers off of a goose let alone dealing with a deer carcass. That was an soulful suggestion coming from a gentleman, but meant for those living 100+ years ago.

Tonight’s one-liner is: The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Joe Chodur

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