It was an even earlier Sunday morning for me due to my having to get my contemplative prayer session completed before heading out to get some much needed physical work done. I was able to spend more time in my darkened and quiet corner which was again much required after this past weeks revelations which were nothing less than shocking. Thank goodness I did manage to get myself spiritually washed of all that temporal “junk” that sticks to us like velcro until we realize it’s there and get it quickly peeled off. I’m coming into the hard and fast belief there are growing numbers of exceptionally selfish and greedy people out there who care little or nothing about others while racing at top speeds to get themselves lifted up all the more. Please don’t think it’s our young crowd because some weeks ago a 59 year-old lied to me while doing a great wrong which was totally undeserved after having wasted many hours of my time for naught. Irregardless, there is not a flashing neon sign on my chest saying, “I’m free for the using.”
It’s interesting when thinking about what that young senior citizen did to me and his having not stepping back and realized there may be future ramifications which will come back to bite him. What he did, was a “make more now” mindset where he was only thinking of how much more money he’d have in his pocket to selfishly spend while vacationing, partying and playing. I suspected he was going to pull a fast one on me because of the way in which he’d be name-dropping and trying to suck up to me. I crossed paths with him a number of years ago and this time around, I considered he’d grown by now, but not so. I’m sure his character was cast in stone from the time he came down the chute and all thanks to the Morphic Resonance in his family.
While in conversation yesterday with a long-time associate, he finally agreed that much of our mindsets, levels of intelligence, and character is governed by the gene pools from which we sprouted. Some months ago I sprung the Morphic topic on him, and when talking about it, I knew he thought me crazy until I challenged him to start drawing comparisons with the bloodlines that went before him, and the children he sired. Yes, he now knows it just wasn’t chance or environment that caused his blood relatives to be the way they were back then, and now.
After my personal Sunday duty was over, I changed my clothes and went out and did some really dirty work for about three hours until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I was hoping to have everything I wanted done, but the coughing and sneezing from the dust forced me to quit. Oh well, what’s left will only take me about an hour more. I’m sure I’ll be having some aches and pains come tomorrow morning.
When I arrived back at my office, I changed my clothes and went to work at doing some deep researching for a couple I was to show a home to this afternoon because I knew they’d be asking questions which I needed to have their answers before meeting up with them. After getting what I needed, I printed the information out, and gave it all a good looking over which was my black and white confirmation that our market is spiking far faster and higher than I’ve ever seen in all the years I’ve been a Realtor.
My showing went very well to where we were there nearly two hours which was good because they were able to see everything they wanted, along with having time to talk about the improvements they’d be making if they would decide to purchase it. I’ve worked with them in past years and have always enjoyed their company and mostly because they’re just darned good people. I can still recall the first time I met them well over 25 years ago. They did have one more question which I tried to research when I got back to my office, but there was nothing online which would give them their answer.
I went over to my little project and worked for about an hour with getting some paint stripped off cast iron brackets. It amazes me how over the years there’ve been so many people who loved to paint everything they could in their homes including door hinges, strike plates, door hardware, along with everything else they could reach with a brush. I’m convinced most of that was done during the mid-century craze where they wanted the interiors of their 1900+- homes to be appear more mid-century. One thing I wish they wouldn’t have done, was their removal of door and window capitals, plate rails, and picture moldings. Isn’t it funny how tastes change because homes that managed to dodge those “faddish” bullets are now highly sought after. Most in our general public have absolutely no clue how very many hours it takes to get a vintage home back to looking like it did when built, but of course that would exclude many of those kitchens and bathrooms because of their lack of function in our convenience-minded times.
It looks like I’m going to have a busy day tomorrow with two morning appointments and then a closing over in Garner which went too many days over it’s original closing date, and when speaking with an abstracter last week, it sounds like the sales are still rolling in which will be an extended continuation of the bottlenecks we’ve been experiencing.
I just now glanced at this week’s weather forecast and it looks like this coming Thursday and Friday, our highs will be in the 40’s, but the lows around 34 degrees which is too close for comfort to freezing, so I would suggest you get your old blankets out and cover your favorites up those two days and nights because you can bet anyone living in low-lying areas are going to get light frosts. I am going to be sad when soon seeing our green turning to gold and brown. Oh well, I think for the better or worse, we’ve had a good run with the warm weather this season.
Tonight’s one-liner is: The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
