I could easily have clobbered Ron yesterday. He redeemed himself somewhat by treating us to an “uptown” evening at Bad Martha’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We’d been fighting all day about getting the second bedroom in shape for a showing scheduled for 6 pm. We argued about boxing the clothes and detritus on the floor, about his idiotic attachment to a slew of empty Grateful Dead beer bottles and his general unhelpfulness while I’ve been getting the house in shape. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Worse, after promising to give it up yesterday, he insisted on trying to install the folding closet doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The handyperson I’d hired was nowhere to be found. I posted on Facebook and got a couple of responses. One, from a property management company, was golden: they sent a carpenter in an hour’s time, pulling him off another project. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was friendly, professional and did a beautiful job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That done, we had to find a place for us to hide for about an hour and half. With poor Lizzie crammed on my lap in the truck. It was raining to boot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fortunately, Bad Martha’s allows dogs in their outdoor seating area. It was covered, dry and very comfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Parties with two other dogs showed up. The waitress brought water and biscuits for Lizzie, who was a bit unsettled but maintained her usual composure and dignity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At home, I fed her the chicken and rice cooked that morning, and she wolfed down about a pound of meat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I could easily have clobbered Ron yesterday. He redeemed himself somewhat by treating us to an “uptown” evening at Bad Martha’s.We’d been fighting all day about getting the second bedroom in shape for a showing scheduled for 6 pm. We … Continue reading