Who knew that cat cones or donuts were not the answer to prevent a cat from tearing out her stitches? Last month I wrote about taking our cat Tessa to VCA for a surgery consultation, and sure enough the surgeon suggested surgery. Immediately. Like the next day. Which meant I had to be there bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to drop Tessa off. We knew from the time Pia had surgery, our cat who suddenly had a heart attack from a blood clot, that cat cones or donuts were two options we could try. Pia was miserable with the cat cone, but she finally gave in to the donut. Her donut was somewhere in the house, but after tearing apart out bathroom cabinet, I could not find it anywhere.
What a surprise to discover that this Sacramento Realtor is actually a wealth of practical knowledge for women losing weight over 50. My manicurist, Rosa, started complaining about her weight during my visit on Friday. She grabbed a roll of fat on her stomach and with a disgusted tone moaned, “Look at this!” Her shirt that used to fit no longer fit; it was too tight. Being the compassionate person that I am, I tried to comfort her. Ha, I said, that’s nothing. In another 10 years you’re gonna discover that fat has crept around to your back and taken up residence over your ribs. Fat travels. Never before in my entire life have I seen a ripple of fat on my back.
Sacramento Realtors who answer the phone probably do ten times the business of agents who send calls to voice mail. That’s what I’m betting. I mean, I don’t have any hard statistics to back up this theory, but the reason I say this is because I get calls from buyers and sellers who often start out by saying, “I found you on the internet.” Just by sheer reasoning, you can pretty much figure if I don’t answer my phone, there will be another agent they found on the internet they can call. One thing that separates me from others is I am one of those Sacramento Realtors who answer the phone.
Some things in life, like the need for My Critter Catcher in Hawaii, are a given. For example, it is a given that I cannot be trusted to fork spaghetti without flinging sauce. I cannot go for 15 minutes without automatic email download. And I am habitually on time for everything. Until a few days ago, I had no idea how much of a need there was in my life for My Critter Catcher. I was content to use an empty yogurt carton and spatula to catch, cart and release gold dust geckos; primarily because they were the only available tools.
When my husband is home, he hears the questions a Sacramento listing agent must answer on a daily basis via my speaker phone, and half the time he just shakes his head. He cannot believe the stuff I deal with, and it’s probably one of the reasons (among many, if you ask him) why he would never in a million years want to join me in Sacramento real estate. He is a fairly sane person, so that sort of counts him out right there. He is also much snarkier than I am. He would probably tell people exactly what is wrong with them, and he’d never sell anything at all. Whereas, I have more patience and diplomacy.