An Open River

It was a great day for penguins and polar bears, but for the rest of us, it was just another sub-zero torturing. I was about ready to scream when seeing our extended forecasters saying it’s not going to get above freezing until the 21st of this month, which means we’ll have to endure yet another week of this craziness. Yes, we can thank the unbridled greed of mankind for the changing of our world’s weather patterns.

My most important early job, was to get in contact with a closing agent and insist on having the “due at closing” amount quickly given for a closing I’m having Friday morning, as my buyers were scheduled to close on the sale of their home this morning. I fully appreciated their insistence on having that amount before heading off in the direction of our fair State’s borders. Thank goodness I got a near immediate response to my text, and about an hour later, the closing numbers appeared in my email account. I then went ahead and called the buyers and gave it to them. What a relief.

I was out making my rounds to vacant homes today, just to make sure their furnaces were running OK. It’s going to be a hard-coded “must do” for me until our temps start rising. I’d noticed some drifting that’d taken place on one of them, so I grabbed my shovel and cleared it off. As I’ve mentioned, one should never allow a home to appear as though it’s abandoned, as that’s one big invitation for break-ins and even squatters.

Just recently I read an article regarding how this country’s opioid epidemic has been un-noticeably creeping higher, and mostly due to this pandemic. It’s funny because just yesterday I was thinking about all these people who’re on anti-depressants, and unfortunately their need for more is what drives them to fatal over-doses. It wasn’t long ago when someone mentioned that the un-published numbers of over-doses and suicides have markedly increased this past year. It would be interesting if we could get a few of our area paramedics to give their “off the record” opinions on the subject.

I have an appointment to show three homes tomorrow, and hopefully at least one of them will create some interest. The pickings are very slim, and I’m not sure if we’re going to be seeing much inventory coming on the market in the near. I know this cold weather’s been keeping some sellers from making a move, but I keep reminding myself, we’re almost at the middle of February. There was one home that came on the market earlier today, and later this afternoon, it was already under contract. I considered it a bit pricy, but it must’ve been something on which a desperate buyer decided to settle.

With all the tracking of salty snow in my office of late, I took the time to prep those floors for tomorrow’s scrubbing. Whenever seeing that, I can’t help thinking about how deeply dirty the carpets are in many of the buildings we frequent, and trust me, there’s no way they can keep them as clean as hard-surfaced floors. I believe it’s yet another one of those “out of sight, out of mind” money-saving ideas coming from greedy corporate.

What bothers me the most, is seeing all these medical facilities with their carpeted floors. It may sound terrible of me when saying, “I’d be more afraid of unknowingly carrying something out with me, than I’d be concerned over carrying an infection within.” The cleanest of hospitals were those of generations ago where they had radiant hot water heat which wasn’t blowing germs from room to room, along with completely hard-surfaced floors. You can be sure those were the more sterile environments. I still don’t understand what their reasoning was to go with carpet.

The plants at my office were screaming for water, and since I’d used the last of the rainwater I’d saved-over for them, I went out back and collected three five-gallon pails of snow. Just to share another one of my information over-load tidbits, I now know the ratio of snow to water, as I took my 2+ quart Pyrex measuring bowl and filled it to the brim with un-packed snow, and then placed it in my office microwave for five minutes. After it was completely melted, there was almost exactly one pint of water. Each time I went thru the process, the results were the same. Now you know, there’s 2 qts. to 1 pint.

What I thought most odd, was it taking a full five minutes of my microwave turned on high-power to get it melted. After six micro-meltinings, I had enough to water them all, but to stay on the proactive side, I re-filled those three buckets to the brim-full of snow, and left them in the back to melt. Too bad I’m not in walking distance to an open river.

You’re likely wondering why I don’t just feed them tap water. Well, I’m pretty convinced the chlorine and fluoride in our City water, is not to their liking, and since those plants seem to do far better than normal, the only distinguishing factor I can find, is my never giving them water from our City’s taps. I personally prefer not to drink our water, and only because of how it tastes. I know fully-well, I’m not the only one with such an opinion.

I’ve been noticing how some of my big-office competitors are cranking back on their advertising in our local rag, and now wondering when they’re going to stop publishing the Real Estate Extra which hasn’t been re-formatted in both their printed or online versions for well over 25 years. What gets me, is how much they charge for advertising in the Real Estate Extra when nearly nobody looks at those listings. When you think about it, why would you look at something that’s in an informational time-lag, when you can go online and see the near-hour time a home’s listed. Yes, we are deeply immersed in the digital age, and in time, I believe most printed materials will be those glossy subscriptions catering to specific tastes and needs. Isn’t it so realistically sad?

Tonight’s One-liner is: Cynical realism, is the intelligent man’s best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation.

Joe Chodur

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