Less Than an Hour

In spite of several people thinking it was going to rain again today, I was happy my personal suspicions were confirmed when finding we didn’t get even a drop.  You can be sure there were puddles and ponds to be seen around the area as I was driving to work.  That downpour we had last night was wicked to the point of my wondering if we were all going to be carried away in a flash flood.  It seems like the storms we’ve been getting these past five to seven years, have grown more radical.

When thinking back, we now don’t have just a little rain, but all the more than we need from a storm.  When the wind blows, it doesn’t just blow, it more often turns into a gale.  When we have cold, it’s not just freezing, it becomes a burning cold.  Of course it seems our seasons have been altered to where winter comes later, but then doesn’t leave until well into April.  I’m beginning to agree with a few who’ve said, “We now have only two seasons, and those being Winter and Summer.”  Whatever names we want to call these altered weather patterns, they are in fact real and looking all the more like they’re here to stay.

Around mid-morning I had an appointment to show a home on the edge of the City which didn’t look too bad from the photos, but after pulling up and walking thru it, I was exceptionally disappointed by its condition.  Of course the sump pumps were working overtime in its basement to where you could not only see, but also smell the dampness.

I’ll never understand why some of our developers over the years made such poor choices as to where they were going to build homes.  There are two newer districts in our City which never should’ve been developed because of their high water tables.  Eastbrook is one of  the last subdivisions I’d move into because I remember back when that was a marshy area, and when seeing them starting to build out there, I thought it the craziest of notions at the time.

Now that we’re getting all the more rain, I can imagine how hard those people fight to keep their basements dry.  For sure, I’d never want to have a finished basement in a chronically wet area because more sooner than later, there’d be either a sewer backing up, or seepage from hydraulic water pressure.  Most have no idea the strength of underground water pressure until they’ve seen it with their own eyes.

At least I did have an opportunity to visit with those buyers as to what they’re realistically looking for in a home.  I did mention how certain price ranges have been spiking to where I’m not so sure when and if they’re going to top-out.  Without a doubt, the real bargains in these times, are homes that haven’t been glossed over and lip-sticked, and if some of our young buyers would stop and do price and cost comparisons, we’d be seeing more of our cosmetically dated homes sold.  For sure, I’d much rather buy a home that’s a blank canvas instead of one that’s been upgraded by the tastes of others.

My public open house today was more of a success than I’d expected with there being several buyers in attendance who were showing strong interest.  The last couple that was there were the most promising, and I’m going to really hope they’ll be giving me a call for a second look.  Since I know one of them, I’d say they’ll be a good fit for that complex.

As I was driving away, I noticed the temperature had risen to a humid 80 degrees which was telling me there’s likely another storm on its way.  I’m not even going to look at our weather forecast for fear I’ll be stressing over it.  We may be awakened in the night by thunder and lightening, so be prepared.

After my open house, I had a very touching conversation with a gentleman who shared a story with me about an uncle he took care of up until he passed.  It seemed nobody wanted much to do with him while he was alive, but after his death, the nieces and nephews were right there with their hands out.  Unbeknownst to them, the uncle willed what little he had left to the one who truly cared about him.  He said those years of looking after him was something he wanted to do, and certainly didn’t expect anything in return.  I could see he was telling the truth because I noticed him beginning to get a little teary-eyed.  My last words to him were, “I bless you from my heart for freely helping another in need, and it’s too bad we don’t have more selfless people like you living in our midst.”

The above photo is one I took after that pounding rain last evening which dumped three inches on us in less than an hour.  I knew we were getting a great deal by the way it was coming down in sheets.  Let’s hope we don’t have a repeat of it any time soon.

Tonight’s one-liner is:  Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth without destroying his roots.

Joe Chodur

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