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    What This Realtor Really Thinks!

    Saturday
    Jun132015

    A Slight I Can't Forget!

    too much! just like the owner Janice Wiseman called me from Rhode Island to say she was moving to Louisville and soon, but there were some complications. Most of the conversation had to do with how special her possessions, and therefore, Janice as the wise collector not to mention the glorious location of her current home and position in the world of . . . . Not long after (we had sold her kids a home a few years before, Jordan and I) Janice and Charlie came to Louisville with a wish to live in an historically significant house (no less). The search began. They visited many times, often changing area and criteria - not a problem I would say. My weekend would be theirs. I don't think in a year's time, we ever skipped a beat regardless of the wildly careening search for specialness. It was clear Janice wanted a house to match her image of herself and her "significant things". This effort lasted more than a year and the house in Rhode Island was NOT selling. I even engaged that agent at Janice's urging.

    It all fell apart and they retreated back to Rhode Island to sit out the lull in the market there promising to resume with us when a break occurred. I stayed in touch via e-mail, feeling confident that our attention to their every wish would secure a purchase in the future. WHAM. A sudden notice of a sale NOT in an area we had considered took place with an agent known for stealing buyers at OPEN HOUSES. Jumped ship, they did. Dumped, we were. I protested quickly and loudly directly to them. Learning quickly, this same woman, needed to remain important in the eyes of the new agent whose listing she now wanted, she chose to buy and re-shine, re-engage, become important from a fresh perspective. We lost. I could not invoke the privilege of my invested time, she made it clear she would say my services were no longer sought. No one owns a buyer. I did complain about the realtor, but she was used to the complaints, plus everyone already knew the established habit. Black marks were her trade.

    Now, years later, they've moved again, buying a condo and ushering in all their relics and antiques and special objects, with HOUZZ.com featuring the finished product. I couldn't resist commenting; writing as favorably as I could muster, only calling upon the word loyalty once and being much more kind in my view than my eye would ever agree. The placed is crammed with like and ancient woods - I cannot imagine living in such a stuffed closet feeling space nor with such lack of versatility. A matter of taste, of course. Self importance reigns in this condo space, the flea market lovers respond with glee, while I remember these people. Unkind, self important, thoughtless of other's time. I only bow to Charlie's talent in doing as he's commanded. There, I've said it all, at last. Louisville, my home, now houses the HOUZZed Weismans. In case you want to admire, Janice would love you to do so - she likes being admired: http://www.houzz.com/ideabooks/49648904#812385
    Wednesday
    Apr012015

    MICRO SPACE!

    ok, I had a real estate lapse this morning and got all caught up in an idea Pam and Rod Owens and I shared once - the idea of perfect small space as a first and early purchase for someone (not to mention a late and last purchase for someone). Look at this incredible design for limited square footage, and yes, it's in NY. love the photos! (and to mention my grandson Satchel put me onto Contemporist.com years ago - such a clever guy).

    When Pam and I first glommed onto this idea, we were thinking what a wonderful idea to find some appropriate (near downtown Louisville or the University) land -- wouldn't need to be a large area -- to build such a project! Much needed. Now, being such a senior myself, I think how marvelous such units could be for a small senior housing idea with a shared community room for tech equipment and visiting space for a group to share costs, including medical visits!
    Friday
    Mar062015

    The Snow Flies, Still!

    I remember well how long winters can last in New York. This one, we're told, is especially bad in terms of snow, ice, and temperatures only bested back in the late 60s. So far, it has not bothered me at all. I have thought on many a day, what it was like to sell homes during the snowy months and for how long I did just that, boots, truck, snow shovel and an average of about 12 falls a winter. Those mornings of getting the kids wrapped up and out the door, heading down to Market Street where we were responsible for shoveling our walks along the city street, the entry - ours to maintain. Then, fast forward to Louisville where for 12 winters, I barely donned a coat. Here we are, back in snow country as of this past fall.

    I intended to return to work, however, instead I'm seriously facing retirement. It's a shock to me that I don't miss my work at all. I've stunned myself. True, however, is the fact that with the phone not ringing, I've shed the anxiety that goes with the myriad of unknowns associated with the years of real estate curves. Up and down has become what is steady. Sleep has returned to my life and the knots in my tummy have smoothed. With no serious need at the moment and staving off my natural tendency to worry long term, it may remain true that I retire. There, I've said it and I appreciate all the yeahs from David, Alex, Jord and Lizzie (not to mention my envious realtors friends who state their approval in just those words) so very much. Surely over the next months I'll come to grips with my new status?
    Friday
    Jan092015

    AS THE SNOW FLIES

    So much to be passed on while observing NY Real Estate Sales. First, no one stops working as the snow flies! Feed the birds, plow the drive and go! Not working has led to a new kind of contribution as I keep my fingers in the pie back home. Five to six new agents have joined and I relish the phone calls from my old office as they rope a new one. So proud of the continued effort to reach the goal of 100 agents. I'm focused on the recruiting calendar and schedule with some new marketing ideas - prodding in a way to remind everyone of the importance in retention. Good friends, all of them.

    Greg thrives and laughs at me when I tell him how odd it feels not to be on call, not to have triple booked myself for an afternoon except in minutae here, or Jack time. Greg is young and has the keen sense of the running back he was in college; still. It will be an interesting year for him as he's going to be President of the Board of Realtors while listing/selling and growing the team. I'm grateful to have him. Learning through the family company locally is valuable to share - nothing more important than appraisal in our business. Don is a Master with wisdom to spare. It was good to talk family interests with Jordan over Christmas. The surrounding counties here brimming in value. All good for the start of 2015.
    Sunday
    Nov232014

    All In !!

    At last, several months later, following the sale in Louisville and a late closing here in NY, we are in our new house in Fishkill Woods. I keep pinching myself that it all actually occurred. There were some extremely tense moments as with any move and I think, because I wanted this last move (and we say - NO MORE) so badly, I probably felt it more deeply than was necessary. Found this quote about fear yesterday . . . and sent it to my Jordan (who sells as I have done throughout my career); we know the risks and rewards of a commissioned income life! Here's to the fortitude of good salespeople!

    ​"In portaging from one river to another, Wabanakis (A confederation of Algonquin and others - Maine and north) had to carry their canoes and all other possessions. Everyone knew the value of traveling light and understood that it required leaving some things behind. Nothing encumbered movement more than fear, which was often the most difficult burden to surrender."

    Bunny McBride, Women of the Dawn . . .