Blog Post Thursday: Lake of Egypt, Pointer Signs, and a Ditch

On the way to Lake of Egypt today, I started thinking about pointer signs.
It used to be you'd drive out there and see twenty real estate pointer signs. Now there aren't as many, and honestly? It's nice. You'd think I'd love real estate pointer signs. I don't. It sucks. There's just so many of them.
Don't get me wrong — when you're driving down the road and you see a pointer sign, that's good marketing. Oh, this is a nice area. Let me turn down there. But if you live in that area? If you live at Lake of Egypt? Man. It sucks. Alex told me once somebody asked if they could put a pointer sign on his property. He said okay, and then realized he was gonna have to mow around it and weed around it. He was not happy. We get it. It does suck. But that's part of it.
So I didn't put any auction pointer signs out at Lake of Egypt. What I did put out were the property signs — the ones Alex came up with at an auction one day. He goes, "You know what'd be nice? A sign that says property begins here and property ends here." So that's what I went to do.
I thought I'd post something pretty to Facebook. Took some pictures. It really is beautiful out there. But I was by myself — no crew, just me — and I was in a hurry, so I didn't stop as long as I should have. Two poles, a sign skirt, a 2x2 sign, a baby sledgehammer, and my phone pulled up on Land ID trying to figure out where the property line was.
And then there was the ditch.
I honestly cannot tell you what I was trying to do. Step over it? Step through it? What I can tell you is I stepped in it, and I went down. Hard. Down into the leaves. Leaves in my shoes. The whole thing.
And I laughed. Because that's what you do.
I got up, shook it off, set the sign — it might be a little off, but honestly the one I set before I fell might be off too — and called Kristen. "Hey, it's taking a little longer than I thought. I fell down." She needed to head to preview, and I needed a minute.
Made it back. Made it to preview. Kristen and I watched the real estate auction close together. We were right there at the end — and then somebody asked me where something was, and I went to show them. Somebody asked Kristen where something was, and she went to show them. We came back and looked at each other.
"What's it at now?"
"It ended."
Both of us. Missed the very end.
Everybody's happy though. Well. Probably not the backup bidder on the real estate. But who knows — maybe they are.
My leg hurts. My hip hurts. My neck hurts. My hands hurt. My head's been hurting on and off all afternoon.
It's a good day though.
Happy Bidding!
Kara C. Belcher-Miller