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Decks are clear...
Dec. 11th, 2011 11:00 amWe had tentative plans on Friday for me to work until the very early afternoon, and then Galina and I would go into Manhattan to check out the holiday decorations.
What actually happened was that we got a phone call from a real estate agent, telling us that a prospect who had seen the house three times wanted to come by one more time with additional family members in tow. The result, in Galina's case, was a dose of insomnia, which made the prospect of going anywhere later in the day somewhat questionable.
For my part, the original plan would not have allowed me to complete the translation that was due this morning, leaving me with the prospect of doing a not-trivial slug of work this morning, along with a despeckle, before sending off the completed assignment.
So since we didn't go anywhere yesterday, I pressed on and finished the translation (except for the despeckle, which I left for this morning), and then took it easy for the rest of the evening.
As it turned out, the prospective buyer had gone past what I would call the "point of convergence," which is where you basically make a decision about something, and had begun to lose focus. Now, suddenly, new questions arise, driven by a number of small epiphanies, such as when the prospect suddenly sees the basement in a new light and begins to wonder about the feasibility of refinishing it as a living area for an in-law.
Another prospect is coming by in the early afternoon. And so it goes.
Never a dull moment.
Cheers...
What actually happened was that we got a phone call from a real estate agent, telling us that a prospect who had seen the house three times wanted to come by one more time with additional family members in tow. The result, in Galina's case, was a dose of insomnia, which made the prospect of going anywhere later in the day somewhat questionable.
For my part, the original plan would not have allowed me to complete the translation that was due this morning, leaving me with the prospect of doing a not-trivial slug of work this morning, along with a despeckle, before sending off the completed assignment.
So since we didn't go anywhere yesterday, I pressed on and finished the translation (except for the despeckle, which I left for this morning), and then took it easy for the rest of the evening.
As it turned out, the prospective buyer had gone past what I would call the "point of convergence," which is where you basically make a decision about something, and had begun to lose focus. Now, suddenly, new questions arise, driven by a number of small epiphanies, such as when the prospect suddenly sees the basement in a new light and begins to wonder about the feasibility of refinishing it as a living area for an in-law.
Another prospect is coming by in the early afternoon. And so it goes.
Never a dull moment.
Cheers...
