Pardon the Interruption
We’ll keep this one short. Well, short for me.
This week I was scheduled to have two escrows close. There were some narrow scrapes on the second, but everything was completed today after our second final walkthrough. I also was scheduled to teach a blogging client how to use their shiny new blog, which I’ll tell you more about after the proper authorities announce it exists.
That was the expected part of the schedule.
Earlier in the week, one of my buyers had their offer for a home in Fletcher Heights accepted. So the signing of paperwork and opening of escrow was added to the list, along with scheduling a termite and home inspection.
And then another buyer, scheduled to close on April 25, asked if they could close on their home two weeks early. After checking with the lender, title company and listing agent, I told him “no problem.” He signs loan docs tomorrow.
By the way, I told him “no problem” while watching my wife make tomato soup for my 16-year-old daughter, who has been in the hospital since Tuesday with viral meningitis (good news - long-term prognosis is excellent and hopefully she’ll be home tomorrow.)
Today I deposited a commission check and stopped to get some paperwork signed for the home that went into escrow. Five minutes after I left, my mom called to tell me she has cancer … again. Apparently isolated, hopefully correctable with surgery. We’ll know more tomorrow.
There are a dozen prospecting buyers with whom I need to follow-up. I’m hoping to get those e-mails out tonight. Phone calls will need to wait a day or so - probably until after my 9-year-old’s first communion on Saturday morning. (For those who have read this blog for a while, you’ll know instantly that’s a long story unto itself.)
In any event … the point of this post isn’t sympathy but sanity. I’m in checklist mode - just keeping my head down, attacking one item at a time. I’m trying to do as timely as I can but it’s not working completely. The blog today, until now at least, qualified as one of those items that kept slipping down the list.
I hope y’all understand. Since my mom’s one of my four readers, I can say 25 percent of my readership does understand so I’m speaking to the other three of you.
In one last odd coincidence, my mom asked if I’d throw a prayer in when I could. Not on the blog, but this is where I am at the moment. Here’s one written by Debbie Friedman, who will be in concert at my shuel, Temple Gan Elohim in Glendale, this weekend. My folks were to have gone to the concert but it’s a lot of shlepping from the East Valley.
So for my mom, my daughter and anyone else who could use it, this is for you.
| Mi she berach avoteinu, |  |
| M’kor hab’racha l’imoteinu |  |
| May the source of strength, Who blessed the ones before us | |
| Help us find the courage to make our lives a blessing | |
| And let us say: Amen. | |
| Mi she berach imoteinu, |  |
| M’kor hab’racha l’avoteinu |  |
| r’fuah sh’leima |  |
| Bless those in need of healing with r’fuah sh’leima | |
| The renewal of body, the renewal of spirit, | |
| And let us say: Amen. | |
Thanks for your indulgence. Back with our normal programming tomorrow.
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