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The 24/7 Job – On Being A Realtor

As a preface, let me state that I was a full time Realtor for about 13 years.  Although I still am a Realtor, I don’t need to be and my professions have changed somewhat. I’m still in the real estate business, but I’m more selective about the clients I take on. I guess that is a luxury for which I’m very grateful, but it is one I worked toward.

One of my beefs with being a Realtor is how “we” the Realtors demand attention 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. I recall seeing quite a few Realtor ads stating their availability as being 24 hours a day every day.

These ads still exist en masse.

What prompted this post is continued cannibalism of this professions by the very people in it. I’m of the mind that once it’s past a reasonable hour like 6 or 7 pm or on more traditionally leisurely days like Saturdays and especially Sundays one should be more flexible and at least not demand of others that they work long and odd hours even though others may.

This is a reply of an agent who disrespected a Sunday and demanded an odd hour replay within about a day that required both myself and more importantly the client to rearrange their day, which was not completely possible thus resulting in the offer being accept post the offer expiration time.

This is what he wrote.

Unfortunately our jobs are 24/7.  I don’t like that either.

My request is that you don’t demand that an offer be replied to on Sunday and especially not before noon. That an offer not have to be replied to after 6pm unless there is at least a 48 hour cycle from submission to response.

While SOME Realtor do work 24/7 they don’t have to push their lack of life or their overzealousness on others.


Pinetop Arizona Through Globe And Back

Pinetop – never been there before, never been to this part of Arizona before: it surprised and delighted me.

When Remus secured lodgings in a lodge in Pinetop we were quick to agree, especially after checking out the forecast for Phoenix and Pinetop where Pinetop was an instant hit with only double diget numbers.

The first surprise.

There were two ways to get there. One up 87 then 260 through Payson, a road we’ve been on several times, not a bad road, not ugly, but one tires of the same roads over and over.

The second was up US 60 to 260 through Globe. This was definitely a good choice.

Once you get into the mountains past a turnoff to Florence this road turns scenic with long windy turns: from desert to plains covered in grass to hills and mountains with trees, not just pines. The lack of traffic was another plus. The road is smooth: one can go slow or fast, just if you go fast have a radar detector because there were quite a few cops. Twice we were warned to slow down by the beep of our detector, not that we were speeding, but for safety reasons you know.

The scenic view turn truly awesome when you enter the Salt River Canyon. The windy road calls for slow downs to 25 and 35 mph as you first roll down into the canyon, past the Salt River, then up again. By the way, if you’re  not making the connection this is the river that eventually runs through Phoenix – or ran through Phoenix and was the birthplace and the reason for the city’s existence.

On the way there the sky was a bit hazy and the mid day sun make photography a big difficult, yet this first photo of Joanna came out pretty good. You can tell there was a good amount wind.

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We arrived almost at the same time at the cabin. Remus and Adriana left much later than us, yet we arrived 1-2 minutes apart. In the photo below we’re already settled and relaxing, taking advantage of the beautiful clean, easy to breath air: it was about 64ºF.

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Remus and Adriana forgot their camera so I took some extra photos of them. The small guy is Lucas, their son.

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Maya, a bit distressed at the lightening in the distance.

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That’s Lucas being put into some contraption that Remus has to put on to carry Lucas. This is one of series of photos of them fiddling with it. It took a good few minutes to figure out, get Lucas comfortable and after that everyone was smiling and ready for a walk as seen by the lower photos.

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Lunch went by, dinner went by. We mostly sat outside enjoying the cool air.

With the rain, light wind and lots of thunder the air cooled and freshened up even more. The smell of pine was intoxicating and relaxing.

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Maya and Rupik were very tired on the way back. The activity and lack of day sleep caught up with them and they made for it in the car and later, even the next day, at home.

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Rupik On The Sofa

Yes, this beautiful and rather expensive sofa is now the domain of Rupik. He spends half the day here if not longer. Even the top cushion was removed so as to make it easier for him to dollop his body upon it. I can hardly remember when I’ve sat there: I’m usually, relegated to sitting on the older seat, that’s a bit worn and showing its age.

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Maya And The Storm


It’s the first serious storm of the monsoon season in 2014. We got a few more drops of rain and some thunder and a freaked out dog. Maya has been panting like crazy, drying herself out for over an hour so far, her tongue flailing about as drops of saliva fall below, her only respite is the need to drink more water.

The Sound Of Propellers And Feelings Of Peace

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I love the sound of propeller driven aeroplanes, the kruki, birds chirping, and occasional car driving by in the distance, the hows of a cow, the sway of trees, the sway of wheat in a field it gives me peace, solace, a sense of being grounded – of the earth the place and space.

By Chance

Chance and luck plays a huge role in our lives. I don’t think we realize how much, in fact, those factors are a part of our ‘destiny’. Of course, I don’t mean to diminish the choices we make. It takes some street smarts and maybe some book smarts to realize an opportunity to be taken, luck to be taken advantage of. Luck and experience: the combination of those two play a big role in how our life progresses. But…I’m getting to deep here.

This is supposed to be about one photo.

Recently we had a good dinner with my uncle Janusz for his names day at Southern Rail. It is there I took a photo I’ve become very fond of. I took it with the phone not with the three thousand dollar full frame camera.

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I was working on the Uptown Phoenix neighborhood page for inPhoenix.com at the time of this dinner: I wanted some interior photos and ones with people. Waiting for dinner I turned to the bar saw a nice grouping of people and shot a few photos with my phone.

The actions of the people, their grouping seems to be perfect. Everyone has an activity and the eye too, can wander from one group to another or jump to the guy a the register or the other making a drink.

The bright summer sun is blazing through the window: the cool colors clash with the warmth of incandescent chandelier and wood on the ceilings.

The difficult lighting turned out to be the photos savior with the addition of grain, that only adds to the moody atmosphere.

I rather enjoy looking at this photo, so much more than the hundreds of others I made for this project.

CX’ing Through The Phoenix Mountains Preserve

cx bike ride through the phoenix mountainsThe sun is blinding. The ground, the hills, the sky are white washed with light. There is no steam, no moisture, everything is bone dry except those few plants that protect their stores of water with a waxy film on their leaves and bodies.

I’m in the middle of the Phoenix Mountains Preserve, but I could as well be in the middle of the desert.

There is no one here, not a soul with no sight of the city from any point of view.

The ground is hard packed with loose rocks and dust.

There are some signs of past life – shoe prints and wide bike tire tracks, but those look the same like the rover tracks on the moon and they could have been made at the same time.

Yet, I find myself here, alone with my supply of water running low and the ice keeping it cool is gone.

It’s 9am.

My skinny cross bike tires have been good to me so far, no thorns and no pinch flats, they will keep me going except up and down the steep trails in the hills before me. I can see fat tires, but no skinny tires as this is the realm of the mountain bike. Had anyone ventured into this parched beautiful land this time of day they would probably smirk or laugh out loud at those skinny pieces of rubber on those wheels.

As unlikely as a CX bike is to be seen in these mountains, it is here and through the few miles I rode before the desert spit me out, wasted, wet, sticky and covered in a fine mesh of dust at 32nd Street and Lincoln it provided me with dose of adrenaline and some good times.

And if you dare venture into the these rocky mountains in the midst of the Phoenix summer and wonder at the skinny track along the trail, be assured it is not a new species of snake, it is the remains of tracks made by me and my CX bike.

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