It was another pleasant North Iowa day, and I’m sure many were glad for it because one of my clients was having her house painted today, which couldn’t have been a better time with our lower temps and no wind. When I stopped by later this afternoon, I was delighted to see how much was already completed, and after getting a closer look, I could tell he knew what he was doing, which was a great relief.
My late morning appointment at a cheaper home went much better than I was expecting, and only because the seller had warned me about it being filled with clutter, which ended up not being even close to what I was expecting. I couldn’t help saying, “If you think this is clutter, you haven’t seen what I’ve encountered over the years.” Hopefully towards the end of this week he’ll be calling upon me to get it listed for sale. I’m sure it won’t be on the market very long, and only because of its price range, along with the recent big ticket upgrades it contains.
Unfortunately, I have a block of time set aside tomorrow for an additional three hours of continuing education, but once that’s over with, I’ll be on the downward slide of getting all the hours I’ll be needing before the end of this year. Thinking back on the twenty-four hours I’ve already banked, it’s already turning into a blur, and likely because I’ve listened to so much of the same thing over these many years. I refer to it as being the same shite with different faces.
Part of my day was spent getting an offer put together and sent out in an email to a buyer I’ve been working with, and after giving all the docs a good review, I scanned and emailed them off. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed to see how receptive the sellers will be, and only because this market has been sailing in uncharted waters since the pandemic arrived, but at least the interest rates dropped down to six percent which is a good thing.
As chance would have it, I ran into a gentleman who happened to be in the same grade as one of my much older siblings, so I had to behave myself while answering the normal questions old schoolmates usually ask, and especially if they’ve lost touch since their high school days. Since my mother’s passing, I do believe I missed my ‘stage’ calling.
Somehow we got on the subject of the direction a certain church’s music department is moving, and since I was entangled in that group for some time, I couldn’t help sharing my thoughts on what I’ve been seeing and hearing of late. When speaking about the current vocalists they have, I had to admit that I personally helped with some of those struggling song leaders at the time, but much later discovered that in spite of my soulful direction, I found they’d fallen back into their old ways, which in my book, is similar to someone having fallen off his or her diet, and as most of us know, you never stop eating. Right? But, when there’s no firm direction, along with no continued supervision, most just turn right back into puddles.
As chance would have it, there’s another showing on my lakeshore listing tomorrow, so hopefully it’ll be a good fit for those buyers, and especially after I was given a bit of a head’s up by the selling agent on what type of home they’re looking for. In my mind, I don’t think you could find a better fit. Wish us luck.
I forgot to mention I’m now getting fresh tomatoes on nearly a daily basis, and without a doubt, you couldn’t find anything close to them in the stores. The variety I planted this year from seed are the ‘Brandywine’ which offer z-best tomato flavor. Gosh, I almost forgot how good they taste.
Tonight’s One-liner is: Your emotional life is not written in cement during childhood, as each chapter is written as you’re traveling down life’s path.
