Heavy On Our Hands

All I can say, this was definitely a Friday to remember with all the calls, drop-ins and appointments I had both in and outside my office, but thankfully the weather was pleasant, and so much so, I didn’t even have to wear my winter coat while outdoors taking the above photo of our blazing-red morning sky.

My first duty was to go over to a unit where there was some work being done, and to my shock, I found that the person who insisted he knew what he was doing, was absolutely clue-less, and ended up making a bigger mess which would create more time and money to be spent, so by the end of the day, he was un-hitched from that job. My gosh! Why in the world would someone say they knew how to do something and didn’t, and in the end, create a bad name for themselves?

The late morning closing we had scheduled went very well, and while waiting for the buyer to read and sign all the closing docs, offered me enough time to have a short visit with the sellers. I could tell the buyer was very happy about the purchase, which made for another ‘soft landing’. Once the closing was over, I headed back to office and finished up on that sold file and then sent it to the archives.

While on the phone with a client this afternoon, I was alerted that our ‘city’ was still of the mindset to sell that large parking lot behind Brick Furniture which our downtown workers and shoppers use on a daily basis, to that guy who’s building that ticky-tacky apartment house at the corner of 2nd St. NE and N. Federal, and likely wants it so he can build another one. I simply couldn’t believe my ears because a given city planner with any sort of acumen wouldn’t even consider selling a parking lot which those businesses have depended upon for decades. I’m now beginning to question the mental stability of those who’re thinking it’s just OK to sell it. I thought that idea was put to rest months ago. Wow!

With a few free moments, I took the time to pen a ‘Thank You’ note to the couple who dropped off a Christmas gift yesterday, and then walked it over to the Post Office. I smiled to myself when remembering a conversation I had earlier with a woman who was talking about those who don’t even bother to text a ‘Thank You’, which she later permanently crosses them off her gift list, which I fully agreed, and only because they’ve been a very many people in my past who’ve done the same thing, and once I came to my senses, the gift-giving to them came to a screeching halt. When you stop to think about it, what good comes from giving to those who are always expecting, but never thanking? Oh, my list is a long one.

I received a call from a dear one this afternoon who was distressed over the fact that she’d have to pay hundreds of dollars extra for moving four small pieces of furniture, so either this weekend, or the first of next week, I’ll have to find a few people who’d be worthy and willing to put them to good use. Gosh, I do hope she stays in touch after she’s fully moved and settled into her new residence. She’ll go down in history as being one of the most talented in needle-pointing, knitting and likely many more talents she’s not shared. Some days ago I discovered our mindsets are very similar where we absolutely hate having unproductive time, heavy on our hands. Unfortunately, she’s another one who believes our city is devolving. Hmm…I wonder who’s to blame.

Another very thoughtful person dropped off a stunning Christmas box which contained the most beautifully decorated home-made sugar cookies, along with a small loaf of Amish bread and a small jar of apple butter. I couldn’t thank her enough for going out of her way to bring me something so special. There’s no doubt there’s a great talent in creating the most beautiful and tasty cookies living in our midst. It was just one more example of a person transferring the love of baking, into what she creates. Regardless what anyone would say, there is a distinct difference to be found.

I received an offer on 1715 N. Delaware this afternoon, but we’re still in the negotiating stage, so hopefully we’ll end up with it sold to a person whom I believe to be the best fit for that property. I believe the main reason that property hasn’t sold, is because of that wreck of a house next door to it which has a number of cars parked in the driveway, but nobody’s been living there since there was a small fire in it several years ago. I did place a call to one of the ‘city people’ in hopes there’ll be something done about it. Late this summer, I swear there were weeds growing in that yard which were likely six feet tall.

While on the phone late this afternoon with a long-time client who lives out of State, we somehow ended up on the subject of the resulting kicking-back of Karma/Divine Intervention upon those who’d intentionally created pain and suffering on others, and believe me, I gave several hair-raising examples which affected not only the person who did it, but also radiated out enough to affect accomplices, and even that person’s children.

Some would likely consider it something in the line of Montezuma’s revenge, but I’m still running with Karma/Divine Intervention’s hand in creating those kick-backs. Just yesterday I happened to see another one of those perpetrators walking down the street whom I’d not seen in a number of months, and ended up having to do a double-take when noticing how much older and of a bad coloring he exhibited, so all I could think of, was the likelihood of all his ruthless greed and transgressions having finally come home to roost. I may sound a bit wicked when admitting I haven’t the least bit of empathy for him, because he knew what he was doing wrong, and did it anyway, and many times over to boot.

Tonight’s One-liner is: Giving is good, but taking is bad and brings death.

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1715 N Delaware, Mason City
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