May 3, 2012

I listened to Emily Haavik from a window on the parking lot at the Chester Creek Cafe / Sara’s Table / Whatever They Call It. It was standing room only, all the way out the back of the wine bar, so Paul Lundgren and I went outside, where the windows were popped open, creating a straight line of sight, a warm breeze from the inside, and an opportunity to hear someone whose voice was really just a shortcut to her heart.

I own the non-typical rental home. I am the non-typical landlord. I have a gorgeous 100-year-old craftsman in the east end. It’s my dream home. I’m supposed to be, currently, raising my precious kids there. Unfortunately, there was no job to be had by my husband in the region when we lived there. In an effort to come back someday, we have kept it and are trying to strategically place tenants in there who care for it.

Anyway, I digress … I need to find a reliable, available (on-call for random and unusual “emergencies”), honest, quality and affordable handy person. I want to support a local person. (Read: not a big property management company. Been down that road, got burned hard. Now keepin’ my money local!)

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