My desire to get all the shoveling done as early as possible, ended up being quite fortuitous when finding the temps continuing to drop as I was nearing the end of my extended marathon of snow removal. I have no idea what’s going on now with the snow plows in our City, because in the old days, they didn’t throw that snow past the parking, but now it’s getting thrown onto our sidewalks. I think it’s because they’re driving all the faster down the streets, which is making the snow they’re pushing, go flying all the farther.
You can bet I’m keeping a watchful eye on my parking lot at the back of my building, just to see if there’ll be anymore gratuitous dumping of snow by others back there, and if so, I’m likely going to take it to the next level. I’m still in disbelief that there are all the more people in our society who think they have the license to do anything they want on the property of others. Before even thinking of doing something like that, I would quickly remember that it’s nothing less than a combination of illegal dumping and trespass. Thus we shall continue being judged by our words and actions.
While out, I did my little “paying forward”, by shoveling a long stretch of sidewalk where an elderly person lives, because I still remember there being more than one time when I’d be pulling up over at my mother’s house, and finding one of the neighbors having cleared off a section of her sidewalks. Whenever they did that, I would always give my thanks when seeing them out. There was one winter I thought I was going to go out of my mind with the near daily occurrence of snowfall. The snowbanks were so tall in some sections, it became a struggle throwing it far enough to reach their tops. I’m not sure, but I think it was the winter of 2012/2013. My dear mother never knew that I hurt myself with that shoveling, and it ending up being months for my pulled shoulder muscle to heal.
After I finished, I went back to my office and worked on a report that I need to have out by Monday, and managed to get it pretty much finished to where I’ll proof it tomorrow, and then send it to print. The bulk of my time spent on it, was the amount of research I had to do before typing it. As we all know, when we set something to print and send it out, there’s no taking it back, and timidly saying, “Oops, I made a poor judgement call.”
I did have to stop at the grocers to pick up a few necessities, and when pulling into their parking lot, one would’ve thought they were closed for the day. I guess today’s weather was not to the liking of many. I certainly didn’t have to wait in line for anyone at the only open register. I did have a short soulful chat with one of the clerks whom I’ve come to better know these past months. She’s definitely a good soul.
There wasn’t much happening this afternoon, other than preparing myself a little more for my yearly task of getting my taxes readied for the accountant. Most in the general public have no idea the amount of money it takes to run a successful real estate office.
I dare not even mention how much I spend each year on advertising, taxes, insurance, utilities, phone lines, supplies, and the list goes on.
I mentioned to a client of mine some days ago, how I wish all the more people who’re part of our spend-happy government meritocracy, would have to work at a job for five years where they had to live solely on their sales commissions. You can bet there’d be many who’d be half-starved the first six months. Perhaps real estate sales could be a new weight loss fad we could start promoting across our Nation.
While out on the edge of our City today, I managed to get the above shot of some trees glistening in the sun that were covered with a light layer of ice. I think if you get out far enough in the countryside, you’ll find all the more “Siberian sightings”. I wasn’t happy when reading that this wind isn’t supposed to stop until tomorrow morning. You can be sure there’s going to be some major drifting of snow over the night.
For the strangest reason, while out shoveling, I began thinking about a block of years so terribly long ago, when I was teaching a gruelingly long pre-licensing class for real estate. I’m not sure, but I’d say I did it for about five years, and then decided it was too mentally taxing on me after ending my daily job as a Realtor. Believe it or not, that class ended at 10 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays.
My last and final course, happened to have a student in it who was, to say the least, a bit difficult. He’d find ways to interrupt me, ask the most irrelevant questions, and be talking to other students at the back of the room while I was trying to give instruction.
I knew much of what he was doing, was all about getting my attention in a bad way, so after that first night’s class was over, I requested he stay behind a moment. All I asked was, “Do you want to pass the Iowa real estate exam?” He gave me a smirky reply saying, “That’s why I’m here.” I looked him straight in his eyes and said, “I can assure you, that if you don’t stop interrupting me, and then work at paying closer attention, you will not pass it, and the money you’ve paid this college for this class, will have been a complete waste of your time, and possibly your own money.” He didn’t have much to say, but the following night, he’d changed his ways. I did find out months later, he’d passed his test. He was my last challenging student.
Tonight’s one-liner is: A word, once set abroad, flies irrevocably.