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Brokers’ open

August 17, 2010

A brokers’ open is sort of like the preaching in a competent church: when it’s over, if it’s any good and at all instructive, you should not feel too high and mighty about yourself. Our realtor held a brokers’ open at our house today, and I’d have to say by analogy that it could have held its own in Reformed circles.

We’re not new to the planet when it comes to economics, but almost everyone is a little green on the current economy. There are some warring world views out there, but no one can know for certain right now whether the house he buys today or next month will be worth more or less in a year or five years. The depression in which we are currently rutted is something new to everyone, but not very many people suspect it’s going to be kinder and gentler than the last big one. So some people wait, and some people take their chances. I’m not making any recommendations.

As it happened, there were 48 brokers’ opens in our part of town today. My realtor brought pizza, and we provided cookies and coffee, and left for the two hours of the viewing period, taking Coolidge, who would have been stressed in a house full of strangers. We wanted to vacate to give the visiting agents a chance to give our agent candid feedback without our hovering. Seven realtors came through. Seven isn’t 50, but it was seven who made viewing our house a priority over others. Nearly all left helpful, instructive, humbling comments.

During our two hours away, Coolidge assumed his road trip identity as Jim Bagg. We toted him in his carrier on errands to the post office, two banks, Trader Joe’s, and the polls to vote. I requested, and was denied, a provisional ballot for him.

Our agent collected, scanned, and e-mailed me the comments the brokers left. Okay, people like lawns, but we’re not going to excavate the bamboo, and a couple of agents said they loved the privacy landscaping. Okay, our original price was maybe a little aspirational, but I was a little gut shot by some of the suggestions. But we didn’t invite them over to praise the fruits of our life energy invested in our home. We had them over as professionals to instruct us in how to be professional as sellers. I like our agent, and I think he’s a real pro, and if I want to keep his attention focused on our listing, I have to come through like a professional too. Value is what someone will pay and what someone will sell something for, period. This is not hard to understand, but it can be hard to take.

Meanwhile, there are bearings to procure for the boat trailer, food to can, and, in bits and snatches, life goes on — not quite normally — but soon enough, normal will mean something else anyway.

One Comment
  1. Laura permalink
    August 17, 2010 9:19 pm

    That has got to be hard…glad it’s over and that you’ve gotten some helpful feedback from it anyway.

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