I met Tessa--my former realtor, former boss, and current friend--for our monthly taco night. Across the restaurant, the girl I picked out the first weekend we lived in Texarkana for my son to marry saw me and sent me a smile and a wave.
On a side note, Buckaroo has shown zero interest in meeting this wonderful girl. She doesn't know my son exists. But after three and a half years, she and I are now, "wave across a room" kind of pals. So, progress. And before y'all raise an eyebrow, there are two fine young men in this girl's family and I've watched their mama scope out Polly. That Mama has that "look." Polly also has zero interest in getting to know those young men. However, she thinks their sister would be an ideal prospect for Buck.
After tacos, Tessa took me to her listing where I put on my former Realtor hat. We tore the listing apart, picking at all of the strange things the seller didn't do. Or was planning on doing. Or shouldn't have done. We also played the, "What would we say to our buyers if they were here and we were trying to sell this place?" game. "Open floorplan!" "New build!" "Possibilities and potential!" "Dark avocado green bathroom tile is probably all the rage!"
The seller blames Tessa for not getting the place sold. She and I both know having small details like a space to put a kitchen table, outlet covers and any other color than--I'm not making this up--black exterior paint makes loads of difference, especially if you are selling 1,400 square feet for more money than one can buy most larger homes in that same neighborhood. Unfortunately, the seller doesn't believe Tessa's suggestions and didn't hire her for her expertise.
Oh yes! The seller also wants--and I'm not making this up--a $10,000 earnest deposit from the buyer.
Afterwards, we drove over to Tessa's place and hung out for a bit. As I was leaving, I saw Tessa's next door neighbors sitting on the front porch, which was fortuitous, because I just happened to have their pie pan in my front seat, ready to return. This gave me a chance to introduce Tessa to Mr. and Mrs. Dakota, who told me that a sweet lady we'd been cheering on, just passed away from ovarian cancer.
As we are discussing this, Tessa was looking confused. I turned to her and explained that the woman was married to a real estate agent in town. NOW Tessa knows who our friend is.
After leaving the trio to visit, I ran back to Tessa's listing and turned off the water in the front yard, figuring the flowers got enough of a drink (so Tessa didn't need to go back out). I sent a note to Tessa suggesting she might want to consider locking the door at her listing at some point. But maybe that's just my big-city paranoia talking.
I then drove across town--all three miles--and got home in time to see a couple of innings of Diamondbacks baseball (but fortunately didn't stay awake long enough to see them lose. Again), play with the kittens and tell Marty we are going to a funeral.
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