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Check Out This Newer 2014 Home in Hampton Station in South Sacramento
7389 Tisdale Way, Sacramento, CA 95822
Are you looking for a newer home in Hampton Station for sale in south Sacramento? This popular model is more than 2,000 square feet, and was built in 2014. Some of the homes in Hampton Station are near the light rail, but this one is not. No power lines. No train tracks. Close to Edward Kemble Preschool and Edward Kemble Elementary, with Cesar Chavez Intermediate right behind those schools. Many buyers move to Hampton Station because they want a newer home and they like the schools.
A feature you are sure to love are the cherry hardwood floors throughout most of the first level. They are simply beautiful. The flooring matches the cherry wood cabinets in the kitchen. This particular layout offers so much privacy. Much of the home in Hampton Station is sheltered toward the back from any traffic in the street, which makes it very quiet.
You will appreciate the granite counters and black appliances in the kitchen. So much storage. The backsplash features glass tiles in a very pretty pattern. Further, the refrigerator, washer and dryer, although personal items, can remain with the home if you ask for them in the purchase offer.
Further, an added benefit is this home has one of the largest lots in this subdivision. It’s enormous.
All of the four bedrooms are located upstairs, leaving the first level strictly for entertainment and cooking. There is a half bath on the first floor, and a guest bath on the second floor, in addition to a master suite bath. In the master bedroom, you’ll find a sitting area and dual closets. Of course, the laundry is located on the second level so no hauling baskets up and down the stairs for you.
Why not come to our open house on Sunday, February 25th, from 2:00 to 4:00 PM and see this home in Hampton Station for yourself? 7389 Tisdale Way, Sacramento, CA 95822 is offered exclusively by Elizabeth Weintraub and Lyon Real Estate at $345K. You can also view the virtual tour here.
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Weird Experience Neutering Our Kitten at Bradshaw Animal Hospital
Bradshaw Animal Hospital was not my first choice of a place to get our ragdoll kitty neutered, but I recalled the SSPCA worked closely with Bradshaw Animal Hospital during my short stint in 2003 at the SSPCA. Ha, I bet most of my regular readers do not know that I once worked briefly as the Marketing Manager at the Sacramento SPCA. At the same time that I reactivated my California real estate license. I considered it volunteer work, although to be honest, the SSPCA did pay me.
I had just moved to Sacramento, wondering what I would like to do. Nonprofit + animals = feel good purpose. But I was wrong. The culture at the SSPCA was not a good match for my personality and, besides, real estate is my first love. So, I resigned after a few months. The woman I reported to kept trying to supervise. You know, telling me what to do. Criminy. Her efforts didn’t go over so well. Too many personal agendas there.
Further, animals are my passion, and realizing so many are killed at the SSPCA was heartbreaking. You have to be a certain kind of person to work in that environment. Thank goodness there are people who can excel under those circumstances because god knows we need the SSPCA.
But my point is that Bradshaw Animal Hospital enjoyed a good reputation with the folks at the SSPCA. When my own vet at River City Cat Clinic could not give me an appointment sooner than 30 days out to neuter our new kitten, I turned to Bradshaw Animal Hospital. The entire experience was fairly weird. Maybe I have higher expectations of customer service, since I strive so hard myself to deliver for my real estate clients, I dunno.
First, when I made the appointment for last Tuesday, the appointment person told me not to feed our kitty any food after 8 AM that morning. I thought, hmmm, it’s been probably 30 years since I’ve neutered a kitten. All of our kittens over the years have come to us altered. Maybe times have changed. I thought it was 8 to 10 hours on an empty stomach but that’s not what she said. She also told me I could drop him off at 10:30 AM and pick him up at 3 PM.
The night before, Bradshaw Animal Hospital called to confirm my appointment. They reminded me not to feed him after 10 PM that night. What? Which was it? 8 AM the morning of or 10 PM the night before? Turned out it was definitely the night before, so the person who gave me all of that initial information was completely wrong. That’s dangerous.
When I dropped off our new kitten, Ziggy, on Tuesday morning, I met with the doctor. The doctor then informed me I could not pick up at 3 PM because the surgery would happen then. She said they always keep him overnight. Wow, that was another screw up. OK, he could stay. The doctor also promised to call me right after the surgery to tell me he was all right. It might be as late as 7 PM, she warned. She didn’t call until 9:30 PM. Past my bedtime. But that’s explainable because Bradshaw Animal Hospital is a 24-hour emergency clinic. Emergencies crop up all the time. Couldn’t they ask a clerk to call, though?
After stopping at Hampton Station in south Sacramento to attach a lockbox and get listing paperwork signed yesterday, I noticed I had a spare hour. That should be enough time, I figured, to pick up Ziggy from Bradshaw and get home to Land Park to meet my team members for our lunch date. I raced to Bradshaw Animal Hospital. I even called the front desk from my car to ask that they prepare Ziggy for departure and to warn in advance that I was in a time crunch and would arrive in 5 minutes.
That turned out to be a pointless gesture and request. The front desk clerk just said great, hung up and ignored the fact I ever called. When I arrived, people swarmed the front desk. After waiting 10 minutes for a person to take my payment for services rendered, I let her know again that I was in a time crunch and only had a couple more minutes to wait. Could they please put a rush on bringing my kitty? That request fell on deaf ears.
Yup, I watched the time slip away, tick, tick, tick and figured by now my team members were standing in my driveway. Oy. I considered leaving and coming back after lunch but devoting another 90 minutes to this venture seemed like a stupid idea. Finally, after another 10 minutes passed, a person appeared with Ziggy in the carrier. I grabbed the carrier, thanked her and as I headed for the door, I heard her sputtering, I need to go over with you . . . Can’t, you guys, no time. How many times must I say it? It took me 30 minutes just to get our kitten.
Nobody listened. Nobody cared. Humans make no difference. The communication was terrible. But they probably did a good job neutering our kitten. When you perform the same procedure over and over, you become a pro. Perhaps I simply expect too much from customer service in an environment that doesn’t value the same thing.
When your pet is sick or injured, you put up with bad customer service, maybe even don’t mind. Your pet comes first. You come second.
But I could have gone anywhere in Sacramento to pay for neutering and a microchip.
The Story of Closing Woodside Oaks Condo in Sacramento
Sometime last April the seller of a Woodside Oaks condo in Sacramento called to say he read my blog about closing the last Woodside Oaks condo in Alicante Villas. He asked me to come over and check out his condo for a pre-inspection appointment. That way I could tell him what he needed to do to get it ready for the market. Coincidinky, the seller had already read a bunch of my blogs, looked up my production online so he knew how many sales I do every year. My four decades of experience in real estate impressed him. He wanted to hire me.
I love working with sellers who know exactly whom they wish to hire. You betcha.
He wasn’t sure when he would be ready to list, but that’s OK. I went over to do my agent visual inspection. I wasn’t prepared for the super bright wall colors and suggested he repaint them a more neutral color. It’s surprising, I think, how many people make the mistake of thinking the buyer will be excited to paint the walls. Buyers do not want to paint. Sellers often say things like, “Then the buyer can paint the walls any color they want!”
This seller didn’t say that, btw. He was smarter than that. A millennial.
There was a great dining space off the kitchen but the ceiling fan was very dated, and there was no dining room table. Ha, they probably use TV trays like my husband and I do and watch TV, LOL. Probably not. They are probably more civilized and actually go out for dinner. Hang out with friends. Millennials don’t watch a lot of television. But that doesn’t mean the space could not use a dining room table. Can’t leave it to a buyer’s imagination. Gotta show.
Lots of time went by. I didn’t hear back from the seller until early January, when I was in Hawaii. It’s OK, I sell a lot of Sacramento real estate from Hawaii, and at least I had already seen this particular property. Which is more than I can say about some of my listings that I sell. One of my team members attached a lockbox. Gave me a thumbs up on the painting and new ceiling fan. I sent over a photographer, uploaded the docs and photos, and we went on the market January 12th.
We held an open house on January 15th and received an offer. The offer was not list price, it was $5,000 lower. The earnest money deposit was fairly low as well. I suggested the seller counter the buyer to raise the offer to list price. Yes, we were higher than the last sale, and I didn’t know if it would appraise, but I had a gut feeling about it. Sure enough, the buyer grabbed that counter offer, increased her earnest money and we went into escrow. It appraised.
We closed escrow on this Woodside Oaks condo without any repairs or credits on Valentine’s Day at $235,000. You might think that’s a low price point for the amount of work performed by a top Sacramento listing agent. However, nothing is too much work. My sellers get the same due diligence from me and expert advice regardless of price. And now this Woodside Oaks condo closing has led to another listing in that complex. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Sacramento Seller Says Do Not Sell My House to a Trump Supporter
Unbelievably, it’s taken more than a year for a Sacramento seller to say please do not sell my house to a Trump supporter. I’m writing this blog way in advance of my listing so you won’t know who it is since I list many homes in Sacramento. I consistently protect my seller’s identity and respect fiduciary. This is only surprising to me to the extent that it hasn’t come up before now.
I’ve had sellers allude to it but none came right out and said so. For example, a seller in Carmichael last year admitted that he specifically chose me as his listing agent over a Republican in his neighborhood who supported Trump. He also Googled the buyer to determine whether the buyer was a good fit, politically. Hey, I understand. Completely. If you oppose the evilness of Trump, you do not want to sell to a buyer who approves of the disgusting behavior unapologetically displayed by our President.
When the seller said she had one caveat to mention but she didn’t know how to say it, I said what I usually say in those situations. Often people tell me they want to say something but they don’t know the right way to communicate their thoughts. I tell them just say it. Say it the way you thought it, and it will be OK. People who try to sugarcoat and beat around the bush, those are the guys who have problems. Just lay it on the line. We’re all adults.
I imagine many sellers gravitate toward me due to my extensive experience. But sometimes my unabashed willingness to take a stand for progressive values can make a difference. Further, I understand the helplessness people feel. When you watch day after day the insane shitstorm coming out of the White House. The fox-in-the-hen-house appointments. Values we hold near and dear torn into shreds. Misogyony. Blatant racism. Sexism. Raping of our lands. Polluting our world. Kicking poor people when they’re down. Lies and more lies. It’s enough to make a person physically ill. So, yes, we need to speak up. This is not normal.
When a person feels stomped on, as though she is losing control over what used to be a normal life, I can see why she would say do not sell my house to a Trump supporter. You don’t have to turnover a precious asset to a person who opposes your beliefs if that person is not protected under our Fair Housing Law. A Trump supporter is not a protected class.
Of course, there are other things to consider. How can we assure our sellers that they are NOT selling a home to a Trump supporter? We can’t prove how buyers voted. That is confidential information. Protected by the Constitution. I can’t guarantee the person who buys my seller’s house is not a Trump supporter. It’s not a promise I can insert into the listing agreement.
The Shape of Water at New Century DoCo in Sacramento
Because I was in Hawaii for two months this winter, I missed the grand opening of the Century DoCo Theater in Sacramento. This is across from Macy’s in what used to be the Downtown Plaza. Coming back to Sacramento this month meant catching up on my new listings and writing for TheBalance, so I haven’t had time for the movies. Yesterday was the first day, and a bit spontaneous. I had hoped to see The Post, but that’s no longer showing downtown. Which is OK because The Shape of Water was next on my list.
I will start by telling you the end of the movie is not what you might expect. At least it wasn’t really what I had expected. I’m not going to give away the spoiler here, but I will tell you what I expected. What I thought would happen is the character Eliza played by Sally Hawkins would visit the spot by the ocean each year where the creature had departed and swam away in search of deeper waters. Instead of leaving stupid teddy bears and goofy looking plastic flowers, she would make a display of salt mounds and hard boiled eggs. But none of that happened. Just so you know what did not happen.
Visiting the new Century DoCo in Sacramento is an adventure in itself. First, you have to find the parking, and it’s way at the end of L Street. Not the Macy’s parking, the next one down. Upon entering, you might note a sign that says parking is $20, but don’t have a heart attack. It is free and you can validate your ticket at a special machine in the theatre, just past the ticket dispensary. Tip: Make sure you park on the 4th level because the fourth floor bridge takes you directly into the movie theater.
When you walk into the new Century DoCo, employees come right up to you to offer assistance. Which is good because it’s not automatically clear what you’re supposed to do. Or, maybe that’s just my Mr. Magoo approach to the world. I had bought tickets on my Fandango, so you point your phone toward the barcode and tickets print. You don’t even have to set it on the machine, just move toward the vicinity of it.
Then you get into line before you realize all of the other lines are shorter. But everybody stands in the first line because we are sheep. You pay no attention to the sign that says there are more refreshment stands downstairs when you should have left the line and made a beeline downstairs. There was nobody downstairs at all when we got there. Yet, some woman with a friend and a couple of kids held up our main floor line for 10 minutes. Tossing irritated looks in their direction held zero significance.
Looks like there are 9 screens. We were in the last theatre downstairs. It’s a little creepy downstairs. The decor is rather plain, not as exciting as it could be, very understated. But the seats were wide and cushiony. The woman next to me kept sliding her arm on my armrest and pushing against me, but I won out in the end with my bony elbows. Don’t mess with bony elbows. I also discovered the heating button after my husband turned it on for me. Legs up, popcorn in hand and warm butt. What else could you want?
There were parts of the movie when I nearly clawed my husband’s arm to pieces. It was scary and entertaining, and I’m not easily frightened. After all, remember, I used to do short sales. The Shape of Water exceeded my expectations. It was tender, loving, suspenseful and scary, and Richard Jenkins was marvelous. You’d like it, I venture.
On our way home, my life just got a little better, too. A listing appointment in Natomas from last Wednesday finished their interviews and had left a message to say they wanted to hire me as their Sacramento listing agent. Even after 40 some years in real estate, I still get excited when I am chosen to list a home. That feeling never goes away. Which is probably why I’m still doing the job.
