I went to Tower Theatre in Land Park yesterday to see The Tree of Life so you don't have to. This is not a bad movie and, in fact, I liked it, but I would not give it a 4-star rating. Primarily because it's not really a movie as movies go. I'm not sure what you would call it. In the beginning, it made me think about how cool it would probably be to watch this movie stoned on acid, you know, LSD. I haven't had a thought like that roll through my head since I was 17.
But that's what all my friends said when 2001: A Space Odyssey came out. I'm living proof that it didn't make any difference. I slept through that movie. Twice. One of these days I might actually watch the whole thing past the part about the monkeys.
There were parts in The Tree of Life that looked very much like Yellowstone National Park and probably was. It stars Brad Pitt and Sean Penn. Much of the movie resonated with me because it was mostly about growing up in the 1950s and the innocence of that time. As a kid, we played kick the can in the street, went to Mass, ate Sunday dinners together and left our doors unlocked.
Nowadays, my Sundays are spent with my husband, going to the Farmer's Market before it gets terribly hot in Land Park. Stopping at the Sacramento Natural Foods Co-Op to watch him shop for groceries. Gardening. Reading. Sleeping. Going for hikes. Taking in movies. And taking care of my short sales, of course. I try to take Sundays off but it doesn't always work out that way completely.
I sent an offer to sellers on Saturday. It was a great offer at list price and met most of the terms of the short sale. There were a few mistakes, as usual, which I was able to correct through a counter offer. However, the sellers were out of town at a wedding. They promised to sign the purchase offer on Sunday.
Lo and behold, as these things tend to happen, soon as one person wants a home, so does another buyer. I know that buyers think that agents make up these multiple offer situations, but we don't. A home can sit on the market for 475 days, but as soon as one buyer makes an offer, another is right behind. It's a fact of life. And buyers often want to sleep on it. They ask: How do you know when you found the right house?
On Sunday, I received a second offer for this Sacramento short sale. Much stronger. Bigger earnest money deposit. Longer term to wait for approval. Dedicated and committed appearing buyers. No mistakes. Hence, no need for a counter offer. This was a no-brainer as to which offer the sellers should take. The sellers chose offer #2. It didn't even make sense to rewrite the counter for offer #1. The agent for offer #1 says this morning, "Hey, I thought we had a deal." This Sacramento short sale agent doesn't make deals. I can't. Only my sellers can make a deal. Even my dingleberry ragdoll cat Jackson knows that.
Photos: Elizabeth Weintraub