Always a good start when there is a self-referencing third-person beginning, right?
Today's post is a long Tweet, a diary of what working in this market really is like. I haven't posted at all this week because I've been bent and twisted in every conceivable direction. It's all from this week.
- I have delivered four pre-listing packages this week
- Delivered one listing presentation face to face
- I'm heading out for a second in 5 minutes
- I delivered another over the phone and via email yesterday
- I was supposed to do a client dinner Sunday night but 2 year old coughs, snot and boogers got in the way.
- Those boogers and coughs stayed in the way Monday night when two sons devoured barbecue and the littlest crashed out asleep on the couch at 6:15 as I juggled Daddy duties with Mom out for a night.
- I previewed a 22 acre ranch that would make an ideal organic restaurant. Problem: it's in Fountain. Benefit: it's in Fountain (they have a 120 growing season 600 feet lower compared to the 90 days at my house in Pinecliff).
- I found out a good friend's father likely has terminal cancer in Sweden. They may move back.
- I met a just-tenured CC prof for the first time and showed him both my listings.
- I had 1109 N. Institute fall when a buyer got weirded out about home-ownership at $300,000 (do more or less offers fall when a buyer offers full-price?)
- I attended a company strategic planning meeting. Yeah, no stress there.
- I just received an ILC on my listing downtown showing a 4 foot encroachment of the garage into the city's alley. "And there was much rejoicing. Yeah." This after a 3rd showing last night, and they're writing an offer if the ILC shows a good property line. Which... it... doesn't. Hey, at least three of the four sides of the garage are within the lot lines, right? Does a 75 year history of trespass count for anything anymore?
- I was fire-hosed by my 5 year old last night as I stepped out my car on a 95 degree evening and the formerly booger-and-snot Jer-Jer laughed hysterically at Dapper Daddy dripping wet from Andrew's garden-hose-assault.
We live in an increasingly customized society. The reality is I'm so terribly grateful for the people I meet who expand my ability to adjust to new people, old people, phone people, email people and little 5-year-old people hiding in the bushes with garden hoses. I'm grateful for the books I read which stretch my imagination to think about how a 1924 farm house backing to Blossomfield could be converted to a world-class destination restaurant with an outdoor cigar bar. I'm grateful for the places I've visited this year (Rocky Mountain Nat'l Park's Fall River on Saturday high on the list) that put high-value petrol in my personal tank so I have something left to give to the world I live in: a world that is in constant change.