Today is Valentine’s Day, and Earl and I spent most of it bonding with Con Ed. No, I don’t mean the electric company; I mean continuing education, an annual requirement for those of us who wish to keep their real estate licenses active.
I’m not sure I do, but I do want the option. So once a year, I spend the day learning about recent changes in Michigan’s real estate law, a topic that has the appeal of a sun-dried apricot. However, the alternative is to lose one’s license and pay a large fee to regain it.
Annually Realtors® around the area herd into the local college auditorium to hear a six-hour lecture on such interesting topics as mold in residential homes, new ways of surveying property, court cases we should know, etc. At its best the course provides necessary information; at its worst, it induces sleep. More often than not, staying awake is the challenge.
Last year, I sat in the back (which is unusual for me) because I brought my current crocheting project, figuring I could multitask as the instructor droned on. I got a lot done on my afghan that day. This year I’d planned to do the same thing, but decided to bring other paperwork instead, because the project I am working on now requires total concentration. The class might allow for doing two things at once; my crochet project doesn’t.
So now Earl’s and my licenses are good for another year. We celebrated by going out for an early Valentine’s Day bite, beating the crowds that are filled with amateurs, and arriving home in time to watch some of the Olympics.
I crocheted while I watch the TV.
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