This week, I had the distinct privilege of attending small claims court for the first time. (Maybe it wasn't so much a privilege, but an obligation?) My clients' case - like every case that seeks a formal resolution - involved a misunderstanding between two parties who, not surprisingly, had opposing points of views and highly divergent expectations. (That's not good.)
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![]() Last week, my Little Library arrived from Amazon in a a GREAT BIG box and on Wednesday, my handyman, Luis, assembled it and put it in the ground for me outside our white, picket fence. Between the Sally Holmes roses that are blooming in abundance, and this newest addition to my home, it's a pretty sweet scene (if I do say so myself). Yesterday, I had the pleasure of hosting my newest listing on Thousand Oaks Blvd. in Berkeley for Thursdays' Brokers' Tour while the sun streamed through the newly washed windows and the birds melodically chirped outside. Between the stunning house, the coveted location and the beautiful, spring day, the Sellers and I couldn't have wanted for a better debut. In a word; it was "ideal."
For perhaps only the second or third time in more than a decade of writing The Perspective, I've literally had NO time this week to come up with a clever vignette, let alone write. So here I sit, deep into the night, pulling together a last-minute attempt. In fact, I'll probably plagiarize myself. (That's allowed, right?) |
AuthorJulie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 15 years and has published more than 600 essays. She is also a frequent contributor to the Sound Off column in the Real Estate section of The San Francisco Chronicle. Categories
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