For a Saturday, the weather couldn’t have been more miserable with our wind and intermittent rain. Since it was chilly out this morning, I dressed in warmer wools, and of course when wool gets wet, you can smell it, and today’s rain gave me a good dose of it. Wouldn’t it be great if we only had rain in the night?
My first appointment was to go out and get some rooms measured-up in a home, along with snapping an exterior shot of it with my camera. As much as I would’ve preferred to linger a little longer indoors, my appointment schedule forced me to make a dash for my car in the rain. That was my first dose of getting my wollies wet.
When I returned to office, I busied myself with file organizing, along with preparing myself for an appointment I have tomorrow afternoon which is a walk-thru market evaluation for a seller. I haven’t yet looked at the weather, but it now appears our skies are trying to clear off. Let’s hope those dark clouds are finally gone by morn.
Starting at 11:00 a.m., I had three homes to show a young couple I just last week began working with, and since they’re in an entry-level price range, the three they wanted to look at today, weren’t even close to being a fit.
The first one’s roof looked like it was in need of re-shingling, its electrical panel had fuses instead of breakers, most of the walls were papered, the living/dining room ceilings were suspended, and the list went on.
The second one was definitely a “not” due to the amount of exterior work it needed, along with its creepy basement with a ladder-steep staircase, and a really funky floor plan. We didn’t hang around any longer than necessary.
The third one was a home I’d never been in, and whomever built it, must’ve later started creating additions, and I’d say the person who added them, had either specific needs, or very unusual tastes. We had to laugh after walking out the back door and discovering an explosion of yard art in the neighbor’s rear yard. There was so much out there, I doubt there’s any grass that grows. I’m serious. If I had to look at that every time I was walking to and from its garage, I’d likely soon be building a very tall privacy fence. After seeing that, I was reminded of the true definition of an eye-sore. It’s no wonder more people who can afford it, are heading to the countryside.
Speaking of countryside, I’m again wondering how those city-slickers who purchased country homes last year are now enjoying their hinterland lifestyles. I was thinking about several of them when we were having those bitterly cold days, as I’m sure their LP gas bills were jaw-droppers. Yes, “Paradise” always does come with a price tag.
I just heard something today which I’ll have to investigate, and it having to do with a solar build-out in a large swath of farmland in Worth County, and supposedly encompassing 5K acres. As much as I try to keep up on our area news, it was either a tale being told, or I missed it. I really don’t have a problem with solar, but don’t even get me started on wind farms, because I’m still not sold on those monsters being earth-friendly.
After I arrived back at office, I grabbed a bite to eat, returned a few calls, and then went back to my piano to get a little practicing done since I’d not touched it for nearly a week. A good twenty to thirty minutes is just enough to keep me connected with a keyboard. Perhaps when summer hits, I’ll be playing it early in the morning on a daily basis.
Since I was in the “churchy” mood, I went and checked out a few online Services, and just about had a jaw-drop when seeing one of our City’s young ministers, having had his hair cut in a style that’s definitely non-clergy. Now just imagine a man having his hair cut very short on all three sides, and then leaving just the “skull-cap” area, noticeably longer, and without any sort of transitioning. His haircut reminded me of some of those Medieval paintings of priests or deacons. I hope I don’t encounter him in a groceteria, as I’ll likely ask him what sort of general statement he’s trying to make to his flock. At a glance, I’d say he’s wearing a “living” skullcap.
The remainder of my afternoon was spent working on that clean-up project, and instead of attacking those ceiling fans, I began pulling carpet tacks, nails and staples out of stair steps. After the first hour, I came to realize that getting all that metal removed, was going to take a whole “yell” of a lot longer. Believe it or not, I diligently worked for three solid hours, and only managed to get a landing and three steps done. Yes, it’s going to be a labor. Haven’t you begun wondering if idiocy is on the rise in our society?
Since I’m still poking my nose in that old recipe book, I found another one worth sharing on this chilly March evening.
- 1/4 cup butter
- 1/3 cup sugar
- 3/4 cup flour
- 1/2 cup oatmeal or rolled oats
- 1/3 level teaspoon salt
- 1 small egg
- 2 level teaspoons baking powder
- A little milk if needed
Sift together the flour, salt and baking powder; rub in the butter, add the sugar and oatmeal and mix to a rather stiff dough with the egg, adding milk if necessary. Roll out on a floured board, cut into rounds, and bake about twelve minutes in a moderately hot oven. (350 – 375 degrees F.)
Tonight’s One-liner is: There is no dignity in wickedness, whether it be in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.