House Mouse Brown

I dare say it couldn’t have been a more gloomy day in mid-October with our intermittent light rain and a dampness that entered every exposed pore. Let’s just hope we get the moisture we needed and then move on to many more pleasant sun-filled Fall days.

The very first thing on my agenda this morning was to continue working on my “problem child” file which is growing all the more quirky as each passing day draws it closer to closing. As I said yesterday, if it happens to fall thru, it’ll not be due to any failures on my part.

Without prior notice, I found myself having to make a quick trip to Osage and pick up an abstract which was in need of being delivered as soon as possible to another attorney’s office here in Mason City. It just happened to be part of another sale file which was supposed to close last Thursday, but with these bottlenecks of abstracting, it was once again no surprise. I’m glad we’re getting our inventories reduced, yet still not keen on this maniacal buying that’s been going on since January arrived. When tax time rolls around, there’s going to be some big tax bills being paid by several top-dog agents who’ve taken a big chunk of our market share this season.

My drive over to Osage was one big circle to where I traveled over on the Avenue of the Saints, and then back on Hwy 9. As much as I enjoy opportunities to be out in the countryside, today’s journey wasn’t the most pleasant because of the rain and gray skies. I did stop by the roadside and snap a photo of one of those mixed-use rural dwellings which was recently built in Worth County, just so you’d have the general idea of what one looks like, but when I got back to my office to upload it, I noticed my windshield wiper had come down just as I snapped it. Not to worry as I’ll certainly be on that stretch again at the end of this week to take another since I’m still in hopes of delivering on Friday a payoff check to Home Trust and Savings Bank in Osage.

After I returned to the City, and old familiar face showed up unannounced at my front door and asking for some advise on a particular piece of real estate. While there, I did as much research as possible for him so he could make his own decision on how much to ask for it.

Having known him for a very many years, we ended up on the subject of the evolution of family relationships which for better or worse, change after a last parent’s death. Without being negative, I gave him some soulful encouragement regarding the extra duties he’s now being faced with his aging mother who’s past her 90th year. Oh how the memories came rushing back when mentioning some of the little “accidents” she’s now having. My one last encouragement was for him to do everything he freely and willingly is able, because after she’s gone there’ll be no “should’ve’s or could’ve’s” coming back to haunt him, and if his siblings should turn dark on him after she passes, then he must consider in being on them and not him because when guilt rests on their shoulders, they’ll start their blame games by re-writing their own family histories. It’s sad knowing how often such happenings occur which oft times create permanent estrangements.

After he left, I hurriedly gathered up the documents I needed to deliver to a law firm which will be handling a future sale of mine. When I arrived there, I could see how their workers were showing more signs of fatigue over the way in which they’re now having to conduct themselves at work. I kiddingly asked them if they were suffering from facial rope burns due to wearing their face masks for so many hours, days and months. Unfortunately they didn’t think it very much funny.

Since I’ve already planned a public open house over at 114 – 11th St. NE this coming Saturday afternoon, I grabbed a sign rider and drove over and placed it on my for sale sign. When I got back in my vehicle, my cell phone rang, and while in conversation with the caller, I couldn’t help noticing how handsome that street is becoming, and to think I still don’t have a buyer for that home, but it’s just one more example of how most in our general public absolutely do not want to do anything to the homes they’re planning on purchasing. I still wish I could snap my fingers and place that home out in the middle of a heavily-treed acreage because with it then becoming a stand-alone, you can be sure it would appear all the more commanding.

While driving into Osage, I passed a “big dog” ranch home which had that new-age siding on it. What really grabbed me, was its exterior color combination being of a milk-chocolaty brown and trimmed in a soft off-white. The shingles were architectural in the same color family as the siding. I was so impressed by it, I almost turned around and went back for a second look. What’s the funniest about it, is the fact my nearly never having a fancy for brown-sided homes. When thinking about it now, it was more of a grayish milk-chocolate. Sounds more like a house mouse brown doesn’t it?

Several days ago when rummaging in my storage area, I happened upon a box of glass insulators I purchased at a sale some years ago. There must’ve be at least twenty of them which were either clear glass or greenish blue. My first thought was to take one of the oldest ones and clean it up and use it as a paperweight in my office, so I found one that was patented in 1884 and headed back to my office.

Early this morning I cleaned it as best I could and decided to take a photo of it to share with you. Can you imagine the above telegraph insulator has survived 136 years without having been broken? The person who owned them was a railroader and must’ve collected them from the telegraph poles his railroad ended up removing. I love its color.

Tonight’s one-liner is: When you go in search for honey, expect to be stung by bees.

Joe Chodur

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