Between you and me, it wasn't a terrific break. I started off the holidays with the flu and then our college-age son, Tristan, arrived home for winter vacation and promptly got sick as well. Goodbye 2016; I'm looking forward to a clean slate in 2017.
I spent Wednesday wedding dress shopping with my niece, Marnie, her mother, Diana, and my sister, Jill, at the new Anthropologie store in Walnut Creek. (Run, don't walk; it's fantastic!)
"Mom, I need you to resend that 'thing'," Tristan's text instructed.
Earlier in the day I had uploaded a rental agreement along with Tristan's email address, and three of his friends' (and their parents' ), into Docusign for each of their respective signatures.
"Hugo, you're going to kill me," I said, "but that fence is too high. Can we bring it down a foot?"
"I built it based on the drawings you gave me," he sweetly replied, pointing to the plans. "Si?"
It's been an extremely arduous journey, but my garden is finally coming together.
Aren't you excited for me? (My long-suffering neighbors certainly are.)
I've got several crews on site laying irrigation, building fences, setting stone, and planting the beds, and all of them, are working morning to dusk to move the project along. (Thank you.)
"Fixer" the description stated in our Brokers' Tour guide on Thursday. "Bring clients with imagination and practical know how."
"Any scary tales to share?" came this week's inquiry from Jordan Gunn at the SF Chronicle who edits the Sunday "Sound Off" column, to which I promptly and glibly replied, "Isn't the market scary enough?" (Why yes it is, as Buyers and Sellers try to quickly adjust to rising sales prices and the shifting sands, but that's another story for another day.)
I have a bad habit of falling asleep before the ending . . .
It wasn't always this way, although, admittedly, I've never really been a night owl, even when I was dancing the night away in my early twenties. (Remember showing up to the club at 10:00 and staying until last call? Those days are long gone.)
This week I received my favorite kind of call from my favorite kind of client.
"Julie, we've decided to sell. How quickly can you get our house on the market?"
The short answer is, "In about three weeks!"
"Should we move?" my clients plaintively asked as we sat in their lovely living room last week. "We need to redo the kitchen, we've got an aging mother who may come to live with us, and now the doorbell is broken!" (Just an observation, but you DO know that there will be a doorbell at the next house, right?)
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 9 years.