Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

August 7, 1997

Dear Everyone:

I have entered the realm of Real Estate.  On Monday, I spent over an hour signing a gazillion forms.  Yesterday, 17 real estate agents left their cards in my dining room.  (Before you get too excited, 15 of them work for the Realtor who’s listing the place.)  On Tuesday, I looked at the first of what will probably be many prospective townhouses in the Dublin-Livermore-Pleasanton-San Ramon area (loosely referred to as the Tri-Valley Area).  It doesn’t get much more exciting than this. 

The townhouse I looked at in Pleasanton is in the same complex that “Elaine” lives in.  On the plus side, “Elaine” has already established the land speed record for getting to work from there and can advise as to the best route.  Also, it would come with a built-in neighbor and a built-in potential cat-sitter, should I decide to get a pet.  On the down side, it’s 26 years old, has only 1-½ bathrooms, and even with three bedrooms, still has less floor space than my current place.  So we’ll keep looking for now. 

I had decided to wait until after the Leadership Development Conference in San Jose to actually get started on this.  I’ve read where the most interest in your place occurs within the first two weeks of it being listed.  This is because all the real estate agents in the area have already seen what’s out there and they’re looking for fresh meat.  So I decided to set it up for that two-week period to coincide with our annual pilgrimage to Ashland.  That way I spend less time getting out of the way of agents towing buyers around.  If someone should actually make an offer while I’m gone, “Lenore” already has my room number at the “Cleopatra”. 

The Leadership Conference was intended for ARMA chapter leaders, but a lot of the content applies nicely to work as well.  I’ve already turned a piece on teamwork over to my boss to look at.  As for the rest, we got some good material from people who have (literally) made records management their life.  The Mt Diablo Chapter is now officially official.  Those of us at the Conference were sworn in by the Region VI Vice-president.  This was the main reason for my staying for the final dinner which managed to go on for over 3-½ hours.  (Like I said, these people have no lives.) 

We’re still trying to get the full Board together, but it can wait until after Ashland.  As for the condo, I’ll leave the drapes open and all the lights and the air conditioning on (in case you haven’t heard, we’re having a heat wave) during the day for the rest of this week.  “Lenore” and her horde of agents can do whatever they want with it next week.  After that, we’ll see. 

No movie reviews.  Been busy.  And couldn’t find anything that looked worth the time and money. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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