A reminder we are starting to go into the retirement community homes on sale time of year. It is starting already at some communities. Every week I hear about new offers from our builders about incentives and sale prices on inventory homes.
The cooler weather is a great time to get out and see a community or two. As we go from October through December each year, more communities have offers and are as pleasant to see as holiday gifts.
Of course you won't buy a home just for an incentive but if you have been sitting on the fence, they may help you decide to buy this year (or help compensate for any losses from sale of your home).
You have to ask about incentives as they aren't always advertised.
My email has brought to me recently:
Shea Homes Active Lifestyle Communities Fall Sale through Oct 9 -- sale of Designer Inventory selected homes.
Fall activities are starting at some retirement communities too. Here are a couple examples:
Del Webb Octoberfest at Celebrate community in Virginia.
Ford's Colony in Virginia Fall Parade of Homes Oct 8 and 9.
If a retirement community near you has a Fall activity (you can find out by visiting their website or calling), enjoy the Autumn weather and finding out more about the community in this fun way.
Not all retirement communities have incentives or inventory homes on sale. Please verify all information as it can change. This is an information only website.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Remembering 9/11..
On 9/11/2001, a full ten years ago, I was in California. I was asleep in my bed on a brightly lit morning in LA. I can still feel the warm sun of that morning filling every corner of the room. It amazes me that I can remember the details as if it were yesterday. I cannot remember the day before or the day after but I remember that day.
On the West Coast, people were just starting to wake up. On the East Coast the work day was well on its way. My daughter came into my bedroom and told me I should get up because there was something on television that was important. I shrugged off her first call, not wanting to interrupt a drowsy slumber. But when she came in a second time a few moments later, her tone was more desperate. "Mom, get up and come see this."
The TV was blaring at that early hour as I lumbered into the living room wondering what could be so important. Then I saw it. I remember staring with disbelief. What is that, I thought. Why are they playing that scene over and over. What are they saying. Is that a movie. I have never seen anything like that--and I hope I never will again-- anything anywhere near like that.
My daughter had to go off to college class, leaving me staring at the TV screen, totally stunned, and my mind still not wanting to accept this reality. The pictures were so much like a movie.
I had to get ready for work but I sat there for quite some time listening to the events as they happened, one by one rising like some crescendo--the buildings, people jumping out of buildings, my mind denying what it was watching, the Pentagon, the crash in Pennsylvania, and then the impossible: 2 buildings completely collapsing.
I was safely 3 thousand miles away and I was watching people I didn't know inside those buildings and people one second away from the terror, some losing their lives.
I saw the disbelieving look on the faces of people in NYC, that great city, that no one could visit without loving some part of it. The people of NYC, one community of people who had something in common--their love of that city and their love for humanity. You couldn't live there or visit there without feeling it was a city different from all others. That humanity was struck on that day, 9/11.
We don't just remember the horror of that day, we remember the love of so many--the unselfish giving of ones lives for others, the helping of others, as well as the awful selfishness of those who took lives away forever and caused so much pain.
That is why when we think of 911, we think of the light coming from the terrible darkness of that day.
God bless America.
On the West Coast, people were just starting to wake up. On the East Coast the work day was well on its way. My daughter came into my bedroom and told me I should get up because there was something on television that was important. I shrugged off her first call, not wanting to interrupt a drowsy slumber. But when she came in a second time a few moments later, her tone was more desperate. "Mom, get up and come see this."
The TV was blaring at that early hour as I lumbered into the living room wondering what could be so important. Then I saw it. I remember staring with disbelief. What is that, I thought. Why are they playing that scene over and over. What are they saying. Is that a movie. I have never seen anything like that--and I hope I never will again-- anything anywhere near like that.
My daughter had to go off to college class, leaving me staring at the TV screen, totally stunned, and my mind still not wanting to accept this reality. The pictures were so much like a movie.
I had to get ready for work but I sat there for quite some time listening to the events as they happened, one by one rising like some crescendo--the buildings, people jumping out of buildings, my mind denying what it was watching, the Pentagon, the crash in Pennsylvania, and then the impossible: 2 buildings completely collapsing.
I was safely 3 thousand miles away and I was watching people I didn't know inside those buildings and people one second away from the terror, some losing their lives.
I saw the disbelieving look on the faces of people in NYC, that great city, that no one could visit without loving some part of it. The people of NYC, one community of people who had something in common--their love of that city and their love for humanity. You couldn't live there or visit there without feeling it was a city different from all others. That humanity was struck on that day, 9/11.
We don't just remember the horror of that day, we remember the love of so many--the unselfish giving of ones lives for others, the helping of others, as well as the awful selfishness of those who took lives away forever and caused so much pain.
That is why when we think of 911, we think of the light coming from the terrible darkness of that day.
God bless America.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Memorial Day is a Time to Remember
God Bless America rings in our ears with as much earnest today as ever. Today and every day we say God Bless our men and women in uniform and all those who have sacrificed for the freedoms we enjoy today.
We know our country is a blessed one because of all the freedoms and dignity we know here as human beings. No one can take that from us unless we let them. We know even more today how important it is to remain ever vigilant and those who have sacrificed are an example in courage for those going forward.
Our country is unique and so are our military men and women.
Thank you to all of them and thank God for them.
We have Military Retirement Communities just for our military.
We know our country is a blessed one because of all the freedoms and dignity we know here as human beings. No one can take that from us unless we let them. We know even more today how important it is to remain ever vigilant and those who have sacrificed are an example in courage for those going forward.
Our country is unique and so are our military men and women.
Thank you to all of them and thank God for them.
We have Military Retirement Communities just for our military.
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