Yet another handyman in the house. It's been three solid days of handymen and plumbers, and today even a cable (okay, DSL) guy. All of them have been really nice to me and appreciated the Mallie, but the place is tiny enough to get a bit claustrophobic with all the muscles flexing in here.
We are living in a hotel. But we are renting from a person, D, who owns the room. Humom says that I have to leave the room to turn around, it's that small. That's not quite true, but almost. I prefer to be outside walking around the park and plotting how to sneak into the zoo, don't tell humom.
When humom came to look at the room a couple of weeks ago, it was small then too, but pretty much everything functioned. Between then and when we moved in, it seems to have been thoroughly trashed. The shower drips constantly, the stall finish is coming off, the toilet was running ... whine whine whine. When Squeaky's friend Daniel brought us home from HNL, he manhandled the sliding glass door to the balcony open, and of course humom can't close it -- there's a mangled piece clogging up the base. D is having freakouts from all the things that have to be fixed, but I don't mind the visits and petting from nice guys.
Even tho so much is wrong with the place -- even her wifi wasn't working -- humom is strangely calm about it. She seems to really like it here and to be enjoying herself, or at least to be taking everything in her stride. Must be my influence.
--- Missy out
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