And this as picked up from AOL this morn...

Maybe I should open up a category for Garden "tips" for this one, but for now, humor will do just fine, thank you...

"Couple Reports Garden Stolen by Neighbor"

"A couple who moved abroad returned to their Staffordshire, UK home to find their backyard garden had been "stolen."

"Linzi and Phil Wood claim that while they were at their new home in Lanzarote, their entire garden -- including the shed, plants, plant hangers and path rocks -- were all moved to their next door neighbor's yard, a story by the Daily Mail reported. Even their flowers were replanted next door, the story said.

"The Wood's, who are trying to sell the house, claim their neighbor said he bought a ready-made garden from a third party, not realizing that it was coming from their home, the story said. Police are investigating the theft."

A Self Serving Call to Action

The below quote came to me from my lobbying group, the National Association of Realtors. One wonders about these things. It is a plea to keep yet one more bail out going. The famous $8,000 to first time buyers is, after all just another bailout: it gives 8 grand to folks who may not deserve it and take it away from those who earned it (in the form of more debt to pay in the future -- which will be paid by rising taxes). At the risk of losing the love of my fellow agents, I say no; no to any of this. Let us all work hard, try hard, take a bit longer to recover, if necessary, but let us stop this govenmant mandated re-allocation of wealth.

Read the text:

"We have all seen first-hand the positive impact the first-time homebuyer tax credit is having on the real estate market recovery. As the expiration date for this successful program looms, we ALL need to make sure that Congress hears from us about the positive impact this program has had and ask them to extend it, and expand it, so that we can continue to see our markets fully recover."

Back to School Redux

A lot of folks in my corner of the world seemed a bit put off by my flippant remarks and clear joy at the return of school. Unapologetic to the end, I hearwith join my Navy heritage to the return to school. Let's all sing along to the tune of "Anchor's Away!"

My kid's away, thank god!
My kid's away...
She's off at boarding school
for Ninety bucks a day ay ay, HEY!

'Though it's a lot to pay,
no gripes you'll see.
'Cause if there are,
then they will
ship her back,
they'll ship her back to me!

In My LIttle Corner of the World

In my little corner of the world, the kids are going back to school. Today... Yesterday, you could sense the emotion; the little ones were out in force on the nice day, soaking up the sun, trying to get in the last bit of play. I spent much of the day in a park. It was interesting to see the dynamics: for the kids, gone were the camps and rules. Left to their own devices, they made games out of rocks and sticks, jumping and running, scoring on a point system that was duly invented for the moment and is now forgotten.

There seemed to be more bicycles out and about on this last day. A few kids were testing out new sneakers. Some older kids, high school bound, were jockeying for position on the bully ladder, using fashion the way, in my day, they used a fist.

Some parents are tearful as that whole "sunrise, sunset" thing kicks in. Others are thoughtful at the "circle of life" gig going on. A couple skulking in the corner are fully giddy at the prospect of the kids gone -- they are having an affair.

In a few days, the patterns that will dictate our lives will full into place, and we will all move on, a bit diminished by the last summer gone in a fast declining decade.

For those of us in real estate, the fall means a return to business: folks will re-assess themselves, make "New Year" resolutions and wonder, wonder about what to do next. Homes will be marketed, and homes will be sold.

So it goes in Belmont. Summer comes to a crashing end. This morning feels cold, although it is, according to the weather service, just like yesterday. But take heart -- Labor Day is just around the corner.

60 Onley Street, Watertown by the numbers

A Fabulous Opportunity up and down the line! Open House on 8/23/09 12-1:30. Se you there at 60 Olney Street, Watertown, MA. Just click the title link above for full information.

Change with the Coffee

Sitting in a coffee shop milking a refill when this lady gives me the eyeball. At least I think she's giving me the eyeball; she may be just trying to read the artist's name on the painting crucified on the wall just above my head. What ever the case, it behooves me to play non-chalant; go into "sipping Martini mode" -- get the posture up, Dean Martin myself!

It does not take long before she's on the move. Now mind you, this bean emporium is the size of some bathrooms, 5 tables and a counter (ya want a men's room? go across the street to the hardware store), yet it seems to take forever for her to cover the six floor tiles that separate the two of us.

Now, after a vortex of eternity, she's "in my space" and I have turned on the charm button.

"Nice picture," she says, and I look up at the painting... "No, I mean here, on your promo material", and she lifts one of my fliers out of her somewhat well used Gucci. "I've been getting your stuff at my place for a long time now. I like the way you actually look like your picture...I was going to call you, but I saw you here and figured, why not, how nasty could he be? the worst he could say is 'no' and send me to make an appointment at his office."

I allow her a seat.

I'm thinking Playboy moment here just as she chimes in with the "411":

She's into a condo bought in 2004. She's out of a job. She's got trouble. In a nonce, my Playboy moment is gone, and in my mind's eye and I am now flipping through the Economist as I give her the skivvy on ways and means for her.

"God," she says, "What should I do first?" Her voice betrays the butterflies in her gut.

"It is Saturday," I remark, "do your laundry,... groceries,... go to the beach. That is what you should do. Your world is NOT coming to an end; it is just going to change, that's all. We'll talk on Monday."

"Funny," she says, "I feel better, somehow. I'll see you Monday, afternoon OK?"

...and so it goes on this early Saturday A.M. in a coffee shop in Belmont. The waitress took my money and returned with my change. I left it on the table for her as a tip. A lot of change -- for a lot of people.

And they wonder why they can't afford a home...

Oh please click on the link. No doubt the housewife bloggers (Bored Lazy Overwight Gals) will pick up on this stuff and get hubby to shag down for this crap in the name of essentia. I can almost feel the chubby fingers of the Oprah babes pirating the words to make up their own articles. So take the link babes!!! Save energy. Maybe you can have a bit left over tonight to do something nice for hubby (like a job at the 7-11).Junk for Baby

Sold Fast

14 Days to get 5-7 Bancroft into line. A bit of work on the offer; some pushing and shovng trying to get the price down after inspection, but, well, ya see, they got an "Owner's Statement of Condition" when they made the offer. They sigened it. So, uhh well you know -- no dice to the adjustments...everything works out in the end...

People of Color

I knew that would get your attention and/or the attention of any flak, PHD or member of an organization that has 4 letters for a name or an acronym that they think is clever...

...but, see here, we are in a different mode, and it is the bad behavior of the reader that gives the negative vibes in the above title. We are, in fact, talking probability and chance.

It seems, a few days back, I had the pleasure of meeting one Sebastian White. An ordinary chap, he is looking for an ordinary home in an ordinary part of the world. What would be the chances that a home of interest to Mr. White would have an absentee landlord, and the tenant living in that home would be -- get this -- Sebastian GREY!!! Add to this my meeting up with a wonderful family, the Brown Family; a member of said family is their ever active son Sebastian (yes Brown).

I postulate to you now, readers of innocent and illicit thoughts, what are the odds of meeting THREE Sebastians with names popped out a box of Crayola?

I think there is a sign here. Perhaps I should look for homes on a Sebastian Street somewhere, or maybe there is a horse running somewhere with the likes of Sebastian's Drive in its program sheet. Or maybe it is just dumb chance -- nothing cosmic. Whatever, it does make you think, it is a good Day for a Daydream especially if you believe in magic -- wait! those are John Sebastian songs...

Something from the Boston "Globe"

Just to let you know how much EVERYONE is feeling the pain...

"BOSTON – A real estate agent says a resident of Boston's upscale Back Bay section plunked down $300,000 to own what is believed to be the priciest parking space in the city's history.

"The winning bidder was not identified. The Globe reported that the seller of the parking the space is also trying to sell a two-bedroom suite in the building for $2.5 million."