Distinguish Between What’s Real

In spite of my arriving at office earlier than normal, it still ended up being a long day, and only because I was attempting to get things done on the real estate side of things, while trying to orchestrate timelines and workers on another un-expected project which was dropped in my lap unexpectedly. Oh well, whenever such things happen, that’s all we can do is continue pushing ahead instead of turning a blind eye and walking away.  These past several days I’ve had that little voice in my head saying, “What’s right is right, so remain diligent.”

Since I hadn’t spoken to my dear friend in likely over a week, I spent some time on the phone with my sharing recent happenings, along with unfortunate conversations I had with past associates, but after thinking about it all, I came to the conclusion there are a very many people who’ve allowed themselves to be pulled into circles of ‘tribal’ mentalities, and unfortunately they no longer have the ability to distinguish between what’s real and what’s not, and especially when it comes to all the many social media platforms and online news feeds. For me, it’s frighteningly sad to think most of them were about as loving and forgiving as you could get, but not anymore.

I have a new listing coming up, so I earlier agreed to drop off several pieces of furniture that would help potential buyers actually realize how large the living room is in the home, so I took them out of storage and drove them over. I’d used several of those pieces in the past with a home I had for sale, and as chance would have it, the home sold in less that three weeks, and keep in mind, that was before all this impetuous buying started taking place shortly after the pandemic hit. Once I had them in place, I stepped back and said, “I think these pieces are gonna help sell it.”

I had to place another call to a long-time client, just to let her know that I finally managed to get in touch with the person she’d been trying to reach, so at least she’ll soon be getting some additional issues resolved. While on the phone, she mentioned something about the language her next door neighbor uses in her presence, which I thought completely out of line, and my encouragement was for her to steer-clear of that potty mouth, because as chance would have it, I personally knew that person’s parents, and after being told a few more stories about her toxic neighbor, all I could say was, “Well, that’s another classic example of the apple never falling very far from its tree.” I will never be able to understand why some grown adults think it’s just Ok to use such language with innocent retirees. For shame.

Knowing I’m scheduled to play over at First Baptist Church this coming Sunday, I managed to get in contact with the young man who’s been in charge of their music, and as chance would have it, he was able to stop by with the sheet music for six hymns I’ll be playing for them. Thank goodness he was there to sing along while I was running thru them, because not one of them was familiar to me. Once we ran thru all six of them a few times, I felt comfortable enough to say, “I’ll have them learned by the time Sunday morning arrives.” My goodness! I never realized how many hymns are out there which I’ve never played or even heard. On a positive note, I did tell him it’ll just be another learning curve for me which in the end, will be all good. Yes, we must continue to expand on our abilities while broadening our horizons. I soulfully told him that had I known him 20 years ago, I would’ve had his voice honed to where he’d now be singing und the big lights. Of course his voice still has a good many years remaining.

Just as we were finishing up, it was time for me to walk down to the closing company and get my sale closed-out, and as I suspected, everything took place without a hitch, so I was able to chalk another sale off as being a ‘soft landing’.

Since the seller and I became close friends over these past five years, we promised to keep in touch with one another, and for sure I’ll do everything to keep up my part of the bargain. I’m going to miss her in more ways than one, and especially the way in which she expresses her deep convictions on the many social and political issues plaguing our Nation. It saddens me when knowing Mason City has lost one more fine mind, and it looks like there’ll be more pulling up stakes in the near future. Well, all I can say is, we’ve done it to ourselves.

Tonight’s One-liner is: The greatest power a person possesses, is the power to choose.

Joe Chodur

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First of all....Joe Chodur really doesn't like talking about himself but this is what we have found out about him. Joe Chodur began his real estate career in 1981 during the height of the savings and loan crisis. It's hard to imagine how difficult it was to sell homes when…

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