Some Words

Chaya left the porch door open last night, letting a swarm of flies in. I killed, by my count, over 30 today, and there were still a ton in the apartment. All that fly swatting took time. I had gone down to the hardware store for fly paper, but the only thing they had turned out to be toxic. The package said it shouldn’t be used in rooms that humans would regularly enter. I can’t tell you how useful I found that.

In other news, our landlord decided that the best way to rent the aparment for when we leave was by having us show the place. He calls from Wayzata to let us know to show the people around. He doesn’t call on one of our phones. He has the person who’s looking at the apartment hand the phone to us. Mark talked to him on speaker phone at one point, and the people who were looking at the apartment got to hear said landlord outline what we pay vs what they would pay. High commedy. Really, given the state of the place, squirrels in the walls, the basement from the end of The French Connection, the water damage, the broken dishwasher and washing machine. I have no idea why we haven’t managed to get it rented for him yet…