I had some extra time this afternoon, which is one of the main advantages of being a real estate agent, the flexible schedule. It has been a long winter in the Pacific Northwest and today the sun came out and warmed it up to around 50 degrees. If you have not lived in a northern tier state, you have to know that fog and 20 degree highs are a normal part of winter, so 50 feels pretty nice. I had finished the sales meeting and completed a few of the items which needed to be done today but was home and changed into blue jeans by 2:00. I took a cup of coffee out onto the front porch to enjoy the warmth, the sun felt so good, like an old friend. My wife joined me and we just had a quiet moment or two, both of us squinting into the afternoon sunshine.
After a few minutes of relaxation, I turned to her and said "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" of course she was, and soon after I found myself dragging the old hose out, and it was pretty stiff from not being used in a while, and after getting it uncoiled, I filled the bucket with purple passion (you can pick up some at Schucks where I live, I highly recommend it) while she went to change her clothes. I guess she got distracted because she never did get out to meet me.
Understand now, I had quite a bit of work to do, the F-150 of mine as covered with road grime, the high gas mileage but somewhat uncomfortable commuter car, our Chev Aveo and her Passat all needing a good bath. But I did not think twice about it, I backed her car out of the garage and washed it first, and yes I even washed the wheels the way she likes them. And the thought that keep revolving in my mind as I scrubbed away was why was I washing her car first? Then it came to me, and it really did not take that long to realize the answer. I gladly washed her car first for two very simple reasons. First, it was dirty, and most of all because I love her.
Dean Curtis - John L Scott real estate
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