Last month we closed on my listing on NE 51st. It was a fast sale but not without its own drama in this really quick market. We listed the house late one Monday afternoon in readiness for the brokers tour that happens every Tuesday morning. The sign had gone up that morning and already I was getting calls. Tuesday’s tour happened, all the brokers that I wanted to see came, a few neighbors dropped in curious to see the upgrades and do a mental compare & contrast with their own homes. The house got shown by other brokers throughout the week, and I held an open house Sunday afternoon. It was a busy day culminating in a handful of offers and on paper at least, a clear winner. I had met the buyer at the open house and she had peppered me with lots of good questions but had also left me feeling that she was moving too fast and was very much caught up in that ‘auction fever’ that comes with the energy of a busy open house. When I called the sellers to share the offers on the table, they immediately jumped for the high priced ‘all cash’ offer and we put the next best offer into ‘back up position’ which turned out to be a really good thing. Within 24 hours our first offer had vaporized in a mist of buyers remorse, but leaving behind a seller that had already mentally spent the extra 100,000 that this offer had tantalizingly dangled. The back up offer was put into first place and from there on we had a mostly smooth cruise to closing. We sold the house well over the asking price, but nowhere near that 100,000 over asking that first deal had offered and ultimately that left the seller with a bad taste – wondering if we could in fact have got more for the house if…… but as I said at the time, better a bird in the hand than two in a bush.
Which leads me to my second story.
A Crow’s Remorse.
Back in May my boyfriend and I got on our motorcycles and rode down to Moab for a couple of weeks’ camping and adventuring. The adventuring bit was a bit too much for me any my bike, Dürga, as we ended up without a clutch lever 20 miles down a dirt track going to Chicken Corners.
While we waited the couple of days it took to get a new clutch lever delivered to the camp site, we went off, two-up on his bike to check out Canyonlands National Park (no dirt tracks!). At the end of the road we parked up the bike leaving his tank bag on the bike and our jackets draped over the seat. My right knee had a big bruise and wasn’t working too well after the ‘off’ at Chicken Corners, so whilst my bf went off to hike around a bit, I sat in the sun, dozed and listened idly to the tourist chatter around me. After a while Kevin reappeared and we both sat enjoying the sun. Shortly a big glossy black crow arrived and gave us a big glare. Perching on a big flat rock it started to scrape it’s beak against the rock, back and forth – sharpening it, or scraping it, cleaning it? After two or three scrapes it would stop, glare at us again and then start again. We watched and were confused. We’d never seen a crow sharpen it’s beak – did they really even do that?? After a bit and another last big look the crow left and so did we. Walking back to the bike we could see paper all over the place by the bike and as we drew closer we realized it was pages of the map that we had left pretty securely in the tank bag. We picked it all up and started to put our gear back on – jacket, gloves, ear plugs….. wait – no ear plugs, where on earth were they? We use silicone wax and had left them – oh wait! In the tank bag…. and then it all made sense. The crow had come to check out the bike. Seen what looked like good candy in the tank bag and had unpacked the paper (because well, who needs paper when there’s candy to be had?) and gobbled up the ear plugs – Oh Man! No wonder we got the killer glares. That poor bird had a beak full of nasty, icky wax and no way to clear it out. Somehow that bird knew that we were the perpetrators and had let us know exactly what a nasty taste it had in its mouth.
I am both a Realtor and Interior Designer. I have transitioned from simply selling homes to selling what makes homes beautiful.
©Suze Riley 2013