Farm Hunting
This weekend we were going to meet with Dick Wenker (YES ... say that name aloud to yourself a couple of times), esteemed realtor for Re-Max Lakes, to look at a 61 acre Amish farm (it has it's own small lake (=pot hole)) in Gutches Grove. I called Mr. Wenker the week before. He thanked me for giving him so much advance notice, as he had to send the Yoder family a letter notifying them of our visit (no phone, see!). Mr. Wenker called me late Friday afternoon and read me the following response from Mr. Yoder
Dear Mr. Wenker,
Thank you for your letter. Unfortunately, Saturday is Epiphany. We are unable to conduct business on a holiday. Please re-schedule your showing.
I guess I'd never realized Epiphany was that important. I better get my butt back in church. We found this very cute and amusing, however. In 2 weeks, we'll try again. Hopefully Mr. Yoder will be there as well, so we can query him on the property boundaries and quality of the fields.
I think this falls into the category of day dreaming. But it's a pleasant day dream.
Dear Mr. Wenker,
Thank you for your letter. Unfortunately, Saturday is Epiphany. We are unable to conduct business on a holiday. Please re-schedule your showing.
I guess I'd never realized Epiphany was that important. I better get my butt back in church. We found this very cute and amusing, however. In 2 weeks, we'll try again. Hopefully Mr. Yoder will be there as well, so we can query him on the property boundaries and quality of the fields.
I think this falls into the category of day dreaming. But it's a pleasant day dream.