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Time to Think!

Time to Think!

And you never know what might happen. Hubby took the kids off to the water park, and I stayed home. I’m joining them later for Go-Karts and all that. The idea was that I’d have some quiet time and maybe even take out the clay. BWAHAHAHA!

I swam for a bit. The water’s perfect after all these hot days. Then I got an idea. I had put potted tropical plants around the pool to make it a bit less glaringly obvious, but you can’t really see them if you’re IN the pool. So I went to the wood pile and got some nice chunky logs and put the plants on those. But then you could see more of the blue plastic from outside of the pool. So I took the blueberries that I hadn’t gotten around to planting, put them in pots, and put those pots in between the logs. There was a space I didn’t like, still, so I took some cuttings from the butterfly bush, dipped them in rooting hormone, and potted them. Now I didn’t like the other side, so I moved a couple of other pots from around the yard, added a little more log action. While I was at it, I had four cacti and a cactus dish that needed to be put together, so I did that. Note to self – just break the little cactus pots instead of trying to pry the cacti out. Ouch. So I start cleaning up a bit and see the tent I’d bought for the kids, still in its original packaging. Oh, heck. I got the heavy duty rake and a spade, dug and leveled in the back corner until I reached a balance of even ground and being sick of digging and raking, and assembled the tent. Then back in the pool for a bit. Then showered and dressed. I have somewhere around an hour before it’s time to go.

As I was doing all this, though, I started to think about something I’ve been meaning to blog about for a while, and I’m thirsty and hungry, and I can eat and drink and blog more easily than eat and drink and clay, dontchaknow.

So what is it with people trying to sell their houses around here? I know the market has gone soft everywhere, but there’s a strange reaction in these parts. Wherever I drive, I see more “For Sale By Owner” signs than realtor placards. Plus, the prices on the FSBOs is higher than the multiple listed properties. I really don’t understand this. If it’s a buyers’ market, and prices have gone down, why would you do something that would drive buyers away? If you don’t list your house, you have to market it and show it all by yourself, to a much more limited audience. Buyers will go to a realtor, who can drive them to multiple properties and tell them about the various neighborhoods, and take them through houses that meet their criteria or come close. If they are from out of state or out of town, they’re not going to want to do all the legwork themselves. Sure, they might look at the properties on a website, but they’re not going to go through multiple FSBO websites and try to schedule walkthroughs with all the different owners whose properties have nice pictures. Owners won’t be able to count on the help of realtors who might think half a commission is better than none, either. There are so many houses on the market, a realtor could show to a dozen buyers a day without needing to look outside of the MLS.

From a practical standpoint, unless you really like spending money on advertising and sitting around your house waiting for a potential buyer who might or might not show up to see the property, and having to keep everything spic and span all the time in case someone decides to pop in at a moment’s notice (and for a longer time, too, since your house will be on the market much longer than a listed house!), it makes no sense. Now, what often happens is that owners will get a market analysis to price out their homes, and use the number the realtor suggests – but list it themselves to save the commission. After all the expense they have to go to in order to sell it themselves, they might still end up with a little more than if they’d listed it. If it sells before they give up. But holeeee cow! People are listing down here for so much more than market value, it boggles the mind. A buyer gets absolutely no benefit from buying a FSBO unless it’s a bargain. Pricing a FSBO $50K above market value – heck, I’ve seen some at close to $100K above market (talk about delusional!) – is the most self-defeating thing I can imagine. Why bother trying to sell at all? Do you hate your neighbors so much that you want only someone really too stupid to be trusted with his own money to move in? Are you trying to wrangle your way out of a divorce settlement by showing the judge that you really did want to sell and split the proceeds but nobody wants to buy?

I dunno. I’ve done the house buying and selling thing a couple of times now. Making the process longer and more painful seems like a completely asinine thing to me, but maybe I’m the oddball. . .

My Life is a Change of Plans.

My Life is a Change of Plans.

I swear, I need to just accept that flying by the seat of my pants is the way to go.

Did I touch my clay yesterday? Nosirreebob. I washed almost everything washable in the house, except for a couple of rugs. I ironed. After that little break I posted about, I ironed all the way up until it was time to make Audrey a sandwich and then drive her to band practice. Then I made dinner. Then hubby and I walked with the pooch. Then I folded more laundry. And I watered the backyard and set the sprinkler for the front. Then I vacuumed the pool, got into my bathing suit, and swam around in the dark in that little 12-foot circle of water by myself for almost an hour. It was lovely. Read some Weird NJ and did my back exercises and then went to bed.

Today. . .well, we had made plans to head up to NY to the Museum of Natural History. My parents wanted to come along. They couldn’t make it. So I was going to take the kids. Hubby wanted to come along, so he took a vacation day. Then he looked at the waning number of days left to do stuff with the kids before school starts, and the cost of the AMNH tickets, and the fact that we already bought tickets for stuff in Seaside, and decided he’d rather we went there. Not much of a protest from the kids, but I think Audrey really wants to go see the Frog Exhibit. With Band Camp starting next week, that gives us Saturdays (not my fave travel to NY day) or Thursday or Labor Day. Ugh.

The expression is “If you want to make god laugh, tell him about your plans.” I don’t believe in god, but there’s some joke in the cosmos about my plans, so I might as well be the one laughing. HA! There ya go, I’m laughing.

It’s all good, though. Cogito writes on her blog about how life seemed easier long ago, at least in the Little House on the Prairie books, and some of her thoughts about it. I commented, so I won’t repeat myself, but let me just say. . .much as I’m bitching about the washer and the dishwasher and driving all over the place, I have very little (if any) desire to go back to a simpler time. In fact, we have central air in this house, and it’s making me think of a simpler time in my own lifetime I wouldn’t want to go back to!

For me, it’s about stepping back a bit and asking myself “how important is that, REALLY?” Most things can be done later, or eventually, with no negative impact on the grand scheme of things. Most inconveniences are just that, and don’t last forever. AND. . .I don’t have to do EVERYTHING that pops into my mind. Yep. If we miss seeing the frogs, so be it. If I have to wait until the kids are in school to get claying or sewing done, oh well. If I don’t get the moss dug up and grass seed planted this fall, there’ll be another fall next year. And another and another.

So we’ll hit the go-karts and the rides today, have funnel cake and cheese fries, and remember to put on sunscreen this time, and it’ll be a perfectly lovely day.

Before I Get Started

Before I Get Started

I always get spam here. The nice thing with WordPress is that spam posts and trackbacks both can be placed in moderation, so deleting them is easy. “Mark all as spam” and “Bulk Moderate Comments” – two clicks and they’re gone. I do that before I write. It’s normally the expected assortment of porn and porn-like stuff, with some pharmaceutical ads and porn-related pharmaceuticals. I wonder that anyone in the world still pays any attention to these.

Today, there was not a single one of those. No, I got some that I’d never seen before. A site with good names for dogs. Dog breeders. Three dictionaries – one English, one Japanese/English, and one Spanish/English. Good thing I’ve already had two cups of coffee, or my brain might have exploded from the bizarreness of it.