Nowhere to Run

Another delightful day happened again and pleased to see a good number of people out walking in and around our Downtown today, and nearly all of them had smiles on their faces. Isn’t it amazing how bright sunshine and warm temps can create positive mood changes?

My first appointment was to take my vehicle in for servicing as the mileage sticker was right about at its mileage “service” mark. Preventative maintenance is yet one more forgotten rule in today’s society when seeing how so many more vehicles and homes are not being properly cared for.

After returning to my office, I had a meeting with a seller who’d planned on listing her home. I had all the documents prepared, but I later found the home was not ready to list. We did have a good chat and after they left, I placed that listing file back in my “future listing” file drawer.

Unless there’s an intervening circumstance, I’ll be getting a home listed tomorrow afternoon which should sell considering it’s in good condition and in a lower entry-level price range. The only possible draw-back on it, is the existing heat plant which is a gravity furnace. It works just fine, but as we know, those things can last nearly forever, or go out tomorrow. Every time I see one of them they bring me to smiles because that’s the type of furnace we had when growing up on the farm, but ours burned coal.

Even in these times when inspecting an older home, I’ll sometimes see what was once a coal room, and the confirmation of it being a metal door the size of a basement window instead of a standard window. I still remember the coal deliveries being made with their chutes getting shoved in those openings and the coal tumbling down. There would always have to be someone in that room to level it out just so more could be packed in that room. Yes, I still remember the smell of burning coal and the oily-feel of it when being handled. Now that I’m talking about it, I think I have a couple of chunks of it stored somewhere just for memory’s sake. Just think about how people would react in our times if they had to go down into their basements two or three times a day to feed their coal-burning furnaces.

I had to make a quick trip out of town around noontime which ate up another two hours of my day. I did enjoy getting a good look at our barren fields and leafless groves on farmsteads, and if you’d ever want to get a good look at a farmer’s dooryard, a day like today’s would be best. A colleague asked about an acreage several days ago, and all I could say was, “Did you happen to see all the salvage cars and junk behind their close neighbor’s buildings? She was almost in dis-belief when I told her that, but unfortunately she’d not walked back far enough during her last showing it to get a look, and likely all the leaves were on those many trees at the time. Yes, trees can also be a good means to camouflage the many piles of a hoarder’s junk.

On my way back to the City, I stopped at one of my vacant listings to make sure its furnace was running which it was. I also checked the thermostat to see if its batteries were still charged. I have absolutely no clue why our furnace contractors are installing thermostats that run on batteries because if they go bad, the furnaces will not go on and you know what that means? Yes, you get frozen pipes if it’s not caught in time.

Shortly after I arrived back at office, a very dear elderly friend of mine stopped for an over-due visit. He’s soon to be 94 years old and still in possession of a clear mind and sound body. For some reason, he’s now getting concerned about the number of his years, and all I could say was, “Age is a state of mind, and not in a given number.” I also believe this nonsense of last week had him stirred because he said, “I’d run away from all this craziness in society, but I’m finding there’s nowhere to run.”

I was sure to make him blush when reminding him that I’ve set him as my standard of how I want to grow old because he’s kind, never has anything to say about others in a bad way, and continues to give everyone the benefit of the doubt unless proven otherwise. He really blushed when telling him that more than once I spoke highly about him with my mother on several occasions along with insisting how much I want to be like him when I’m his age. Before he left I patted him on the back and said, “I’ve not had the brightest of days, but your arrival has washed it all away.” Yes, he is a dear soul.

My recent sales are continuing to move forward with no hiccups as of yet, and when a selling agent contacted me with some questions about a component in one of them, I was on the phone with the seller to get the answers. Keeping things moving along on transactions is what bring them to their closing tables on time.

Another seller called this afternoon to tell me he’s now got his contractors lined up to get some work done, so it looks like I’ll have another good listing coming on the first week in February. I’m confident it’ll sell because there just aren’t that many homes out there offering all the bells and whistles it has. I’ve done business with that family for at least 30 years, and we’ve always had good results. As I’ve said before, if I didn’t have my loyal and faithful circle of clients and customers, I would’ve been out of business years ago. As an old attorney once told me, “If you place the needs and wants of your clients and customers ahead of your own, you’ll always have good business.” I followed his advice, and he was 100% correct.

Tonight’s One-liner is: We must never forget how some use their own physical symptoms to control others.

Joe Chodur

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