Saltmarsh Harvest Mouse


Oh, shit– it’s March.

I should have known this would happen. It’s the same thing every year: New Year’s, recovery, resolution, resignation, Super Bowl, February– March!

I loathe March. Nothing good happens this month, ever. The weather in February is always a tease (this year no exception) and March always just sucks. “Spring” begins on the 20th, but we all know what that means or doesn’t mean. No legal holidays. No illegal holidays, unless you’re Irish. College basketball all over the place– GROSS!

I adore April, but it doesn’t start until four weeks from Wednesday. I need to figure out a way to get through March… Continue reading

The Rime of the Anxious Realtor®

Water water everywhere nor any a drop to drink…

I always thought that passage from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner was about being thirsty while lost at sea with a decomposing seabird hanging around your neck. I never considered that it might be a real estate metaphor.

It’s kind of a deceptive poem plus it doesn’t even rhyme. So I tweeked it a little bit—gave it a little remodel with some patronizing verses I like to call Rimes. I know a lot of people aren’t into revisionist poetry, but I don’t think Hemmingway would mind… 

The Rime of the Anxious Realtor®

It is an anxious Realtor® with buyers by the score

just rooting for some inventory going door-to-door

With prices down and money cheap now is the time to buy

but looking out across the town it still looks pretty dry

The pressure’s building up these days from bottled up demand

with no relief in present sight at sea or on dry land

With inventory flat and blue and calm like the Pacific

A Realtor® should manifest– and be a bit specific Continue reading