From the moment I arrived at office, there always seemed to something that kept me engaged. I dare say if you’d ask me at this moment what exactly I did during my near 12 hour stint, I’d have to stop and think about it.
I did show one of my recently listed homes, but unfortunately the buyer wasn’t too keen on updating some of the questionable components of the unit, and since he’s recently retired and looking for a place to hang his hat and start enjoying life, he’s decided to move away from the fixer-uppers and focus on moderately priced homes that are move-in ready.
Since he grew up in a family of ten children, I couldn’t help asking various questions about his formative and then later years, as well as the possible change in character of some his siblings after both his parents passed. My goodness! From what I’ve gathered about larger than normal families over the years, there’s definitely some veins of similarities which can’t be easily dismissed. I’ve come to the conclusion that even though the eras, the numbers and genders may be different, there’s definitely been a noticeable pattern emerging, which now makes me wonder if there’s ever been any scholarly research done on families with 8 or more biological children.
When I speak of biological children, I mean all of those children must share the same father and mother, because with the high rates of divorces over these past decades, we find families where there are his kids, her kids, and ‘our’ kids. In fact I personally know of a handful of them. I kiddingly said to the gentleman, “If for whatever reason I must come back and learn more lessons in another life, I’m going to beg on my hands and knees to be sent down the chute as an only child.” Some of those ‘only’ children have mentioned over the years how much they would’ve liked a brother or sister, and my knee-jerk responses have nearly always been, “I’ll trade ya.”
We did manage to get the last available Prairie Place on 1st sold today, so it won’t be very long when I’ll be pulling my ‘for sale’ sign from the front of their units. Having met the couple, I’m sure they’ll be a perfect fit for that delightful senior community.
With about a half hour to kill, I picked up my little gift package with a special card included, and headed over to the home of my dear friends who’re celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary. I knew I couldn’t stay long because they were preparing to leave for a doctor’s appointment. They were so appreciative of my little gift package and card to the point where the wife came up and gave me a bear hug. I’ve known them well over 30 years because I’d done some real estate work for them on and off during that timeframe. In my card I wrote something like, “It comes as no surprise the two of you remained together all these years, because from the first time I met you, you seemed to ‘click’.” Yes, my little visit with them, was definitely the highlight of my day.
My three late afternoon showings of vacant homes, was definitely becoming taxing, and only because of the high heat index we were experiencing. For whatever reason, I though this heat wave was supposed to be over with, so I’ll now have to look and see what the meteorologists have to say.
While having a soulful visit with one of our businesspeople today, we both agreed there’s no standardization regarding the cleaning up of all the many run-down houses that are blighting our cityscape. We both feel it’s very wrong for our City to go after some of these poor people with dilapidated houses, and basically taking them from them in the courts, and then turn around and sell them for pennies on the dollar. Wouldn’t you think they’d be smarter to offer counseling or giving direction on getting their homes either fixed up or sold on the open market? Oh no, that would be too much work. Right? How completely wrong they seem to be with just about each and every problem that crosses their desks.
Tonight’s One-liner is: Games are a compromise between intimacy and keeping intimacy away.