The day didn’t start out the best after discovering another planned obsolescence item deciding to go kaput not long after its warranty expired. When I went to buy a new one, the gentleman at the counter asked if I wanted to buy an extended warranty, I couldn’t help but say, “No”, because whenever reading the tiny print of extended warranties, there’s nearly never a blanket of coverage for parts and labor. The once proud name of Kenmore is another joke now that Sears is rapidly circling the drain. If an appliance is still under warranty, who do you get to fix it since the main store is now closed along with their service department? And if you do have to call it in, good luck, because their call center is likely a sub-contracted company based somewhere offshore. It’s very unfortunate, but what can we do?
My public open house at Prairie Place on 1st had a very good turnout today considering it’s Father’s Day along with the heat and humidity being high. I have high hopes for one of the couples that was there who asked all the right questions, and just happened to stay another 45 minutes past closing time. Being around them long enough, I’d say they would be another good fit for that growing community of delightful seniors.
What I’ve been stressing all along with the potential buyers, is that Good Shepherd Inc. did not build that as a source of added income. They did it to fill that last section of its circle of care. Some have said, “Oh my gosh! We have to pay cash to own one.” Well let me tell you, there are far more elderly people living like paupers in North Iowa who have more than enough to buy one of those units and still be able to hang onto their bulging suitcases of cash.
Not that I was bashing the Village Co-op when in conversation with one couple, but comparing locations alone puts Prairie Place light years ahead of them. I’ve never been in any of those units, but I know enough people that live there, and not one of them have ever said, “I love it!”, like they all do at Prairie Place on 1st. Just the near four hours I was there, I was really starting to get comfortable while leisurely chatting with one of the residents in the game room. The more I’m getting to know her, the more I like her. She reminds me of one of a long deceased relative on my father’s side. I really got her going when I said, “I remember you from many years ago.” She looked at me as thought I were mistaken until I informed her that I worked at the bank where we processed her company’s payroll for a number of years. I’m sure after talking about those years, she’ll be thinking about those days so many years ago.
A text message came to me just before noon from another Realtor which wasn’t what I was expecting. An offer that I’ve been waiting to hear on for nearly four days, ended up being kicked back because of another buyer’s “subject-to-sale” clause being removed. As far as I’m concerned, any Realtor that encourages subject-to-sale offers to be accepted by their sellers with three or four days grace to perform, is placing too many people in pressure cookers to buy. I’ve always believed that if a buyer wants a property bad enough, they should either buy it if they know they can afford to wait until theirs sells, or sell theirs with the condition of being able to purchase a home of their choice. Making a ready, willing, and able buyer wait those days, and then being kicked off, has never set well with me. As far as I’m concerned, you either buy it, or you don’t, and none of this “I’ll buy it if you wait until my house sells.” I’ll be waiting and watching for that sale to be reported, and then the rest of the story will be illuminated.
Here’s wishing you all a pleasant and productive week ahead.
Tonight’s one-liner is: Love is never true unless it’s been tested.