Inland Migration

As was predicted, we have snow, but much more than I was expecting, so it looks like I’m going to be a busy little bee with my shoveling projects tomorrow. In spite of the predicted above-freezing temps tomorrow, I’ve learned these recent years, not to believe all weather reports.

After getting my contemplative prayer session completed, it was time for me to head over to St. Paul Lutheran and get some practicing in before their Services started. It all went much better than the last time, and when listening to their recording on Facebook, I’d say it was acceptable. I think I finally have the settings on their pipe organ arranged to where it isn’t sounding so brassy anymore. Irregardless of what other keyboardists would say, those vintage pipe organs are noticeably more difficult to play than the newer ones, but I’m not complaining, as I’ve now grown quite comfortable with the old girl.

I was glad to find nearly twice the number of people in attendance, which is giving me hope there’re now on the cusp of re-growing their numbers. What the real shocker was for me, was finding how absolutely beautiful their Lenten banners were, which are hanging in different areas of its Sanctuary. I’ll certainly not forget to take my camera next time, just to get a photo of each one so to share with you all. Whomever created them, has an artistic talent with fabric. I doubt there’s another church in North Iowa with Lenten banners as remarkable as theirs. Very moving.

Since I was running out of photos to share, I decided to take a hike out into the country to get a few to post these coming days. When I left, it was barely snowing, but while driving back, it was quite a night and day difference. Thank goodness I left early.  I’ve been noticing how much more I’m drawn to natural settings rather than those polluted by the works of man, and likely due to the continued amount of abuse Mother Nature’s been getting by those who’re always looking for ways to make another buck.

One of my dear friends emailed me the following link to an online article that was recently publish. After giving it a good read, I’m all the more convinced the long-term affects of this pandemic, are going to be with us for quite some time. My heart goes out to those poor people who’re suffering from both mental and physical residuals of their infections. Do give it a read if you have time.

Almost a third of people with ‘mild’ Covid-19 still battle symptoms months later, study finds

When finding another of my listings having gone under contract today, and being on the market for only three days, we’re going to be seeing a major bottle-necking of good listings this season, and I’m afraid it isn’t going to be pretty because when markets are tight, that’s when competition gets ugly. I’d say at least two-thirds of our Realtors have never experienced a market like this, which will mean they’ll be truly struggling to cope.  I’ve been thru it once before, and glad when it finally settled down.

As much as I wanted to go over to my little/big project, I had to stick close to my office due to having to wait for docs coming back from a selling agent. With nothing much else to do, I busied myself with shoveling several times at the front and back of my office, but at least today’s snowfall wasn’t heavy with moisture. I’ll never forget one winter about seven years ago where it snowed near-endlessly, and of course one of my jobs, was to keep my mother’s corner lot shoveled. We were even getting heavy snow in April of that year. By the time it was all over, I discovered I’d injured my shoulder from all that throwing of snow on those tall banks. In time, I was ever-thankful it did heal.

I’m certainly looking forward to having above freezing temps this coming week, and if this warming trend continues, we’ll likely be saying, “March is coming in like a lamb, which means it’ll go out like a lion.” Those near three weeks of below-zero temps, have created more of an itch within me to get out and start digging in the dirt. I have many plans for our growing season ahead, but I still have to decide on what trees I want to order this year. Over these past ten years, I’ve always made a point to plant at least one, but with all our recent straight-line wind destruction, I’ll be planting many more more.

I shared my thoughts today with a dear one regarding what I believe is taking place in our real estate market, and that being an “inland migration”. Just these past three years, I’ve sold a noticeable number of homes to people hailing from either Texas, Arizona, Nevada, California, or Washington. I know there’ve been others who’ve moved here from the east side of the Mississippi, but I personally didn’t sell to any of them.

What I believe is going to be even more of a driving force, is this working from home which most employers are allowing, along with our prices being considerably less than what you’d find in the States I just mentioned. We’re getting more retirees buying in North Iowa, just so they’ll have more quiet and simpler lives. I don’t even want to talk about how insane our acreage market has become, and unfortunately, some of those recent buyers will be selling more sooner than later, and only because they bought into the “Green Acres” concept without realizing, there’s far more physical work involved. Just for example, an average acreage dooryard takes a riding lawnmower three or four hours to mow, and another hour spent in trimming. How long do you think that’ll last when those new homesteaders who’ve never had to mow that much grass every week? Don’t get me wrong because I love country living, but also aware of the added work which is just one of the prices one has to pay to live closer to Nature. Irregardless of where we decide to call home, there are always sacrifices to be made. Right?

Tonight’s One-liner is: Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

Joe Chodur

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