Ready to exhale

I guess the other day was a lucky day - later, my pain-in-the-ass client called me to tell me to cancel the rental deal I'd been trying to put together for him. After taking a full week last week to get the other agent the paperwork we'd promised, they felt that not getting the signatures right away was a sign of something bad. I'm not sure what - they didn't seem to trust anyone anymore. Not the other agent, not the owners, not even me. This after negotiating the rent DOWN $300 a month from the last year, when all market indications are that the agent could easily have asked for MORE next year.

They felt that not getting a fully executed contract back to them by Thursday was a dealbreaker. I did not realize that this was so, and was trying to help them manage their many fears and not squelch the deal with this generous other agent, because they were starting to seem like pain-in-the-ass tenants. They even consulted a lawyer to make sure they could get out of the deal on Thursday. I wonder how much they had to pay that lawyer, and what it's going to take to get paid myself.

So anyway,I'm glad to have them out of my life now. There's no way I would want to help them again. So I'm lucky to have gotten out of it. I was beginning to be afraid that they were going to get me into some kind of trouble.

I haven't figured out a good spot for a garden in my new yard, but I missed having a garden of some sort. So I planted a few big pots with some basics (salsa, anyone?), and I'm Miracle-growing and hoping for the best.

My lucky day!

Hit from across the pool, thank you. My first hole in one! Must be my lucky day. I'm off to play the lottery!

Canadian bacon=ham

We went out for breakfast yesterday, after church.

G wanted to try something new, I guess, because he ordered Eggs Benadict. When it came, he was saying "Where's the bacon? I'm supposed to get bacon."

I pointed under his egg and told him that the stuff that looked like ham was Canadian bacon. He was amazed. "Canadian Bacon is ham?" he asked. I told him it was a little different, but basically yes.

A while later, when we wre all done eating, he exclaimed as if it were a new realization, "Canadian Bacon is just ham!"

He's been telling all his friends.

For Memorial Day,

I worked at a booth my company set up in the town next door, for their annual parade. We gave out water, juice, and cookies, and it all seemed much appreciated.

I took Josie with me, and she was pretty good and helpful as usual. The parade was fun, but it got a little hot out there in the sun. I like seeing all the little cars and bands and people walk by, but Josie got tired of it after awhile and was bugging me to leave.

I told her I couldn't leave, altho it turned out later I probably could have. But it was over before long anyway. Toward the end she stated shouting at me, "Mom! MOM!!!" I looked over and said, "What?"

She said, "Hanna Montana!"

This is her favorite screen personality, favorite show. So what? I gave her a quizical look.

She said, "She just went by! Hanna Montana!"

I said, "Really?" Guess I hadn't been looking! So we chased down the car, now about 1/2 block away, and got a picture. Even if it was only with my camera phone.

Good thing we stayed!