Years ago (back when cassette tapes were high-end audio recording options) I put together one or two collections of songs I considered “motivational music”.
The old family home predates drywall. I’m not sure what the actual walls are made of – a churned blend of chewing gum and newspapers?
So, is spam just “junk mail” now? While the term is perhaps a bit tired, I miss the cartoon bubble that used to invoke above my head with an image of a can of Klik luncheon meat, or the even more iconic cooked pork Spam.
I wish I was handy in a “Tim The Tool Man Taylor” sort of way. I’m much more of a “Tim The Bent & Broken Tool Bit” type when it comes to home maintenance capabilities.
Unlike your cat, you will not appreciate the sight of an empty cardboard file box in your former workspace.
I’d like for one dream to be able to stop prefacing all these columns with a passing reference to COVID-19. Aside from wishing away that intrusion into life as we know it, I’ll offer up a few real estate specific New Year’s desires.
Gathering the fragments of the poor little figurine onto the kitchen table, Andy prayed that the particular brand of Krazy Glue he had in the workshop drawer worked.
Farewell, salads! Arrivederci, apples! Hit the road, hay and bran – I’ve got myself a new friend with fibre.
With the REM monthly column I’ve long outlived my own real estate career (11 years), and I’m still finding things I can write about that I hope currently active Realtors can relate to and will hopefully give them a chuckle.
It is a curious thing what a couple can collect after 30+ years together, such as an old book that I had packed into a box: How To Build Your Dream Home For Less Than $3,500.