Well that was a rough week. Leading up to the week of the cold front, it was hard to believe the forecast. Then the weather came, and what started out as novel and somewhat funny (depending on if you had power or not), turned to annoying, and for some turned to dire. It was great to see snow on the ground for the first time in God-knows-how-long, but the absurdly low temperature is just not something for which most Texas homes were built. 120 degree heat index? No problem! 2 degrees? No.
I know a lot of people are furious about the power grid and a perceived lack of preparedness, but whenever an act of weather is considered “unprecedented” or “record levels”, it’s just not something for which we make foolproof contingencies. I can’t tell you the last time this city was below 10 degrees for any length of time, and I’d say an ounce of restraint when complaining about power outages will age better than knee-jerk calls for heads to roll. Granted, I’m one of the few who didn’t have outage issues, but my house was also one of the last 1% of the Metroplex to get power back on after the big ice storm a few years back.
“But John, you brilliant yet absent-minded assayer of the human condition,” I hear you ask, “is the cold weather going to slow down the real estate market at all?” Well, dear reader, I’m happy to say the only problems we should see in the immediate future is a temporary delay in new listing inventory while people repair their broken plumbing. By this time next month, expect everything to be back to Covid-Level Normal… except plumbers will be lighting their Cohibas with $100 bills.
Please let me know if you need a contractor referral. Conversely, if you wouldn’t mind sharing a great contractor experience with me, I’d love to send them business!
(Side note: disc golf in the snow and a negative degree wind chill is surprisingly fun and gives you an excuse for a terrible score.)