Filed under: La de da
Today is one of those days that has such a long to-do list that it’s easier to do nothing and blog instead. So I’m thinking if I blog now and get it over with I’ll be able to do all that other stuff with a clean head.
Yesterday was cool. I soothed the ragged nerves of the wife of a new manager at SD’s place of employ. She was here with her kids to check out the town her husband signed her on to, and was so nervous she couldn’t leave the hotel room. So I picked up her and her 2 kids, drove them all over Statesboro and showed her that we speak English here, that there is a Walmart, and that the high school is brand new. I assured her that her children were unlikely to be stabbed or shot while at school, and that the library was easy to find and had lots of books. I fed her El Sombrero, and she, 5’6″ and 110 pounds in her hiking boots, ate a burrito as big as her head. It’s good that we ate at the end of the adventure, for I would have taken an instant disliking to her and her hummingbird metabolism if I’d seen her eat at the beginning. At the end of it all she had the numbers of a couple of rental properties, a real estate agent’s name, and an enthusiasm that was encouraging.
See, Sweet Daddio asked me to make her happy, because he wants the new manager to be happy, because if he’s happy he’ll make SD’s job easier, which makes SD happy, which makes me happy and then we’re all singing like birds in Cinderella. Which can be a disturbing picture if you remember that SD is, like, 6’4″ and built like Paul Bunyan (when Paul Bunyan was 45, anyway)
Anyway, she felt comforted and reassured and she has my number in case she gets hit with an attack of the vapors. They also have an invitation for supper tomorrow night. Which means I have to clean the house. Which is what I am avoiding right this minute. Actually, I only have to clean the downstairs and maybe the game room in case someone wants to play a game of pool. The catbox is down there and don’t you know it.
Ha…she’s a hair stylist specializing in coloring. We talked about that a minute. Her hair is gorgeous and very subtly highlighted, so I asked her about that and I’m thinking I may secure her services and get my hair colored (a darkish ash blond) and highlighted (a lighter shade or two of the same thing). It’s all about the contacts, who you know, what you can do for them and what they can do for you.