Middlesex, VT

And boy, do I know toilets. First I have a tenant whose toilet not only stopped working, but appeared to be so completely plugged up that even my "guy" who can do everything couldn't get it unplugged. No big deal, just time for a new toilet. I'll consider it an improvement.

I swung by the building this afternoon to pick up the now defunct toilet, and haul it away. So...all the water that poured onto my shirt, shoes, and pants was clean, right? I'm wincing as I'm writing this, trying to imagine the engineering of a toilet, and hoping that my "guy" dumped clean water in it attempting to dislodge the object. That must've been it. Right? Argh.

Second, sometimes you've just got to use the toilet when showing property. I was out to a country property yesterday, updating pictures, and reached that point. Don't get all worked up, it was number one. The only problem is that the power was off, and, it being a country property, power is needed to for the pump to draw water from the well. I certainly couldn't leave an unflushed toilet. What to do, what to do?

I'm a problem solver. I went back to the office, found an empty 5 gallon water jug, filled it up in the utility sink in the apartment building nex door (it's good to know people!), drove back out to the country, filled the tank, and flushed. I even filled it again, in case city folk were viewing the property. I gave it a spare flush.

Those of you wondering where my blog posts have been these past couple of months might now be wishing I'd stayed underground. Ha! I can't be stopped!

I normally wouldn't bring my three year old to a showing. But I've been working with a buyer for several months, and we could only get everyone together to look at a house if I bent my "rule" a bit. Besides the buyer is very cool, and my daughter is generally a pretty well-behaved kid.

So I took my chances.

It was a good showing, and the buyers picked up on all the positive features of the house. You know, the finished basement, the landscaping (had to use a little imagination in Vermont in January), the quiet of the area, the babbling brook bordering the property, etc.

Then the buyer's mother (it's a family affair here in Montpelier) turns to my daughter and asks what she thinks of the house. My daughter pauses, looks out the window, and says, "It's too bright." All I could think of was, "That's my girl!"

Maybe I should use that line when I'm writing copy for my listings too. "It's too bright".

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