As much as we used to believe what the meteorologists would tell us about our weather in the coming days, this year has especially been a sign that we really don’t know what’s going to take place from one day to the next, and last night’s heavy rain was a very good example. I did mention several days ago that in spite of there not being any rain predicted, the high heat and humidity is almost always a harbinger of precipitation, so I guess I was more correct. Thank goodness it wasn’t a violent thunderstorm.
Most of my morning was spent returning emails and following up on two closings we have scheduled for later this week, and about all I’m now waiting for, are the final closing statements to be emailed to me from those lenders. I have another closing that’s supposed to take place the end of next week, and the docs I’ll be needing from that person, likely won’t come until the day before. Oh how I do hate that last minute stuff.
While reviewing the recent listings and sales, I once again had another jaw-drop on the asking and sale prices. As much as I don’t want to see a major correction happen, I’m afraid if one does take place, there’ll be a whole lot of sorry buyers who purchased without thinking after our pandemic began. One of the closings that was posted, was another shining example of a lipsticked pig sitting on rickety bones.
I received in an email, the music schedule for this coming Sunday over at St. Paul Lutheran, and wasn’t too happy when finding three pieces scheduled I’ve never before played for their congregation, and since I’ve been accompanying them for enough years now, I’m pretty sure there’ll be very few if any people singing, unless of course they’ve been singing them over at Our Savior’s Lutheran Church the Sundays I’m not playing. Oh well, if I end up basically playing a solo, then so be it.
My mood wasn’t the best today, and likely because I was having some flash-back thoughts about a number of things which had taken place in the past which started in 2016, and finally let up about a year ago, and all due to some very evil-minded people belonging to the CAPBEN Group which as far as I’m concerned, are about the worst characters you’d ever want to deal with, and especially because they’re the passive aggressive type who’ve never had the guts to face hard facts. In spite of their being worth ill-begotten millions, their character flaws make them unable to put their coins to work by helping others in need. Their hoarding of money is far beyond my understanding. For example, most people would start their day out by being brought up to speed with the news feeds, but I’m almost certain there are some in that group who’re paging thru their investment accounts first thing each and every morning. How sick is that? After visiting with a well known this afternoon about my little episode last night, I managed to get myself back to my normal frame of mind. Thank goodness.
Once I had all my real estate work under control, I headed back over to that house I’ve been assisting my client/friend with getting it prepped for the open market, and since I was there alone, I made sure the door was locked, just in case another curious passerby would try to gain entrance. Well, sure enough, while I was laboring away, I heard someone with a loud voice outside the back door which I had locked, so I went to the door, and wouldn’t you know, there were two women asking about it, and thank goodness I didn’t unlock that door because they were being exceptionally forward. Their pointed questions were vaguely answered, so it appears the word is getting out because they’re the third group that’s arrived on the scene asking about it.
I told the owner several days ago that if I could find a private country setting, and had magical powers where I could snap my fingers and have it placed exactly where I wanted it, I’d be in fat city with getting it restored to its original glory. After having done a great deal of research on the original and subsequent owners, the home is definitely steeped in good history. From the first time I walked in the home, I was convinced that whomever designed it for their family, had moola to spare, and even after all these many years, it continues to show.
Once my late afternoon appointments were over, I gathered up my things and called it quits for the day, and when looking at my schedule for tomorrow, I’ll have more than enough to keep me busy. While driving home, I happened to notice even more scruffy-looking yards, and definitely glad I got my mowing and garden work done before the rain arrived last night.
Tonight’s One-liner is: Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books, but lives in our very blood?
