"Quick, quick, slow . . . quick, quick, slow . . ." the dance instructor said. "Watch me; the combinations fall on one, two, three, and on five, six, seven," he continued, "which means, what happens on counts 4 and 8?"
"We pause?" I asked. "Correct! And this is her very first class," the teacher said, pointing at me with delight and approval. (Not exactly my first rodeo, but I'll take the compliments where I can get them.) "Forward, step, back . . . side, step, together . . . step, pivot, turn . . . " (at which point, Cliff was lost.)
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Earlier this month, I visited San Quentin with my husband's law school class. Cliff, whose legal practice has primarily focused on post-conviction remedies, has hosted this annual, student field trip for many years, and after nearly two decades of politely deferring his invitation, I wanted to know if "humanity" lived inside those imposing walls. (It does.)
"Do we really have to do that?" the Seller asked. "None of that was done when we bought the house." (True.)
Uhhh, when exactly was that? We understand that when Realtors show up "recommending" a long list of items to attend to, our suggestions are rarely met with enthusiasm and zeal. (Why would they be?) And it wouldn't be too far afield to admit that there's something innately offensive about Realtors® explaining why it's important to "neutralize" the design to make it more current. (It's because we're usually selling to a younger generation.) We also acknowledge that selling real estate has become a HUGE and inconvenient production often involving many moving parts that quite frankly, weren't required two decades ago when you bought the home, well before Instagram, Meta, and Tik Tok became the vessels for mass marketing. All week long I've been pondering the phrase, "hope is a discipline," which I heard in an NPR interview last weekend regarding the ongoing struggles around civil rights and reparations in the U.S. (We've a long way to go.) But the concept of hope as a discipline aptly applies to global warming, gun violence, "Black Lives Matter," "Me Too," the attack on Israel, the humanitarian crisis in Gaza, the war in Ukraine, 60 million refugees worldwide, rising crime, homelessness, addiction, food insecurity, book banning, reproductive rights, equality, lack of education, clean water, etc., etc., etc. (Pick your battle; there's no shortage of problems).
In a world that seems increasingly hostile and full of despair, "hope" can be hard to muster. "I've called a dozen insurers," my client said, "and NO ONE will agree to insure the property!" (You're not the first I've heard this from.)
Whether its water intrusion, overhanging trees, wood-shake roofs, knob & tube wiring, advanced age, or any of 101 excuses the insurance companies have put on their 'hit list," the latest hurdle with respect to Real Estate ISN'T the fact that we're facing the highest interest rates in nearly 25 years, it's the inability to insure properties once in contract. If you're under the impression that the current insurer will be only too happy to continue to insure a home they already cover (That would make good sense, wouldn't it?), you'd be sadly mistaken . . . "My friends have a house in town they're considering renting," the email said. "Can you help them?"
Yes . . . and no . . . While a C.A.R. (California Association of Realtors®) license certainly allows Realtors® to act as leasing Agents (or to actually sell ANYWHERE in the state of California), and while Sarah and I have certainly stepped into the leasing role when pressed to do so, the truth is, there are better options for homeowners and landlords than working with a residential Real Estate Agent when it comes to renting their homes. Really? (Really.) "Wanna let you know we just got out of the mud," the email said. "We can make tomorrow's appointment as planned."
Good to hear you're alive and well. We'll see you then. It certainly can't have escaped anyone's attention that those who participated in Burning Man this year ran into some unexpected MEGA rain storms that turned Black Rock City into one BIG, GOOEY, MUDDY MESS (!), making it nearly impossible to escape. A few survivalists walked miles in knee-deep mud to do so while others spent 10 hours by car slipping, sliding, skidding, and slowly inching their way eight miles out of camp onto a 2-lane highway, with tens of thousands of other trailers, RVs, and vans in a long line of slow-moving traffic. (Exactly, how fabulous is this event?) "Mercury is in Retrograde," my lovely client said as if I'd understand the significance. (Astrology has never been my strong suit.)
"Meaning what, exactly???" "That things aren't going to fall into a straight line," she said, offering me a delicious bowl of fruit, and some well-earned wisdom as we took a break from filling out her Seller disclosures. (Those take a bit of time.) Got it. On the other hand, what in life actually does follow a straight line? (Not much.) "I'm so sorry to bother you," she said. "We've been looking on our own and we think we've found the perfect house. Your name was given to us by our SF Realtor®. " (Thank you.)
Listen, there's not an Agent out there, that doesn't appreciate a bonafide referral, but the truth is, waiting until the eleventh hour to select your Realtor® - no matter how experienced he/she/they is -puts you behind the eight ball, especially in a competitive situation. While it's rare for me to invite other authors to contribute to "The Perspective," I annually invite my colleagues at the Blair Team in Tahoe to provide an overview of the marketplace there. As a fair number of Bay Area residents own vacation homes in Tahoe, who better than the number one COMPASS team in the Tahoe region to give us the 411? Take it away Jamie and Nicole (and thank you).
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AuthorJulie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 18 years and has published more than 750 humorous but always informative, essays on life and real estate. Categories
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