My goodness, how great it was when seeing the clouds finally dispersing and allowing the sun to shine brightly all day! Truth be told, I’d grown so accustomed to our overcast skies, when out driving today, the sun was almost blinding. Not to worry, I’ll soon be acclimated.
It was another busy morning with errands to run which included a trip to my bank, the post office, the dry cleaners, and then doing a quick check on a vacant home before I got back. I’d been putting off getting the refrigerator in my office de-frosted, so I made time to get that done. It really wasn’t that bad, but it gave me a good excuse to give it a good cleaning-out. Since it’s a mid-century GE that’s been working like a charm since I purchased it some years ago, the paint on it’s front door is showing definite wear, so perhaps some day I’ll find someone who’ll give it a good paint job. I suspect when it was new, it was on the high-end of price because it has all the little extras including a drawer below the door which pulls out for storage. I swear some of those mid-century appliances were built to last forever.
Having not spoken to my dear congenial friend since Christmas, I gave her a call and had a nice chat with her about past and current events. I found it once again amazing how we end up knowing the same people, and especially when a name is innocently dropped.
My early afternoon showing went relatively well, but not sure if my buyer is willing to pay for something which recently sold for considerably less. There were also some questionable issues with the home which would have to be addressed if he does decide to make an offer on it. I’m just glad he’s remained loyal and faithful over these months, because the competition has been getting brutal.
I later received a call from a Realtor who’d shown 315 Parkridge Drive some weeks ago, just to alert me that his buyer is very interested in it, and now wants to schedule several of his buyer’s family members to see it later next week. From the sounds of it, his buyer would be a very good fit for it. That home definitely needs to get sold because it’s been under the radar for far too long.
When taking in the news today, I became upset when reading where Putin’s war mongers conducted the largest missile strike on Ukraine since the beginning of the war, which precipitated The United Kingdom to send all the more missiles to Ukraine, and when reading a German news brief, one of their ministers mentioned their government is still 100% behind Ukraine. I’m sure Ukraine will now retaliate with equal punishment.
One of the seniors I’d gifted this Christmas, called to thank me for the goodies I supplied. As chance would have it, she was with out-of-town relatives over Christmas, but mentioned it felt like she was having a second Christmas with that package. We had a nice chat about how much we both will be glad when this year is over, along with hoping and praying that these maniacal politicians will get voted out of office, just so we can come back together as a Nation. We also agreed that many of them have no clue what type of dysfunctional world they’re trying to make for their children and grandchildren. I couldn’t help adding the fact that we’ve got very few critical forward thinkers left, and only because all the many are consumed with the ‘now’. Of course they also want to be handed several million dollars on a gold platter as well.
Late this afternoon, I headed over to a funeral home to offer my condolences to the family of a past client, and while there, I happened to run into someone I’d not seen in likely five or more years, and when he turned around, I couldn’t help saying, “What happened to you?” As soon as it came out of my mouth, I could’ve crawled under a chair. Thank goodness his wife was understanding enough to where she quietly replied, “It’s called age.” I didn’t stay only a few minutes longer, and only because of my slip of the tongue.
As I was driving home, I couldn’t help thinking about a woman I’ve known a very many years who likely should’ve never married, and only because she has a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality which at times would trigger her relatively calm husband to become verbally abusive. Of course she’s blamed everything bad that’s happened in her life on either her parents or her husband. Fortunately for her, she managed to turn the tables on him after he retired, and not too many years afterward, he ended up dead. As it seems to always happen, shortly after his death, she began singing all the praises of him and how wonderful a life they both had together. Well, after peeling back the layers of those fake praises, I knew fully-well, she hung on long enough to cash in on his piles of dough. I’m sure you can think of a few like minds.
I happened to cross paths with a now retired gentleman today who worked for a company which often had him dealing with the general public, and since I never cared for his uppity attitude at the time, all I could do was muster a few kind words before I continued walking.
What bothered me the most about him over the years, was the way in which he always made himself appear to be from the upper crust, when in fact, he came from very humble beginnings, and just one time I mentioned something about his parents, and quickly realized he didn’t like me raising the subject. Oh well, he’s finally got his ticky-tacky little tract McMansion in the uppity neighborhood of his dreams. Whoop-de-do!
Tonight’s One-liner is: Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
