Eviction

Nerdman got evicted. Not for any fault of his, his landlady wants to take advantage of the soaring real estate values and cash in her house. She lives 120 miles from where her house is located and hasn't seen it in 10 years.

I don't know if she understands what 10 years of renting can do to a home. Not that Nerdman was a bad tenant, but he didn't take care of the house as if it were one he owned. He had told her about a few things also that she just ignored.

Anyway she gave him 30 days to get, and he found a rent 2 own that he liked and began the process of getting out. Beings Nerdman is a major packrat, this is no small undertaking, plus the house he was moving to was in dire need of a few gallons of paint.

I felt bad for him, having to move so under the gun, so offered to help him paint. And he kept me supplied with Starbucks. Nerdman pretty much runs on Starbucks and Wendy's, so there's bound to be bleed over.

My elixir of choice runs along the lines of iced mocha (hot weather), mocha frappicino, or cappuccino. I can't seem to put this stuff exactly in the pie hole in my face and inevitably end up with a mustache or devil horns on the ends of my mouth.

I never notice this stuff until the worse possible time. Anyway back to painting with Nerdman. I found out something about him, he hates heights. Not true, actually he has bad balance.

We took a yoga class together once and his warrior stance pretty much looked more like a flailing drunken pelican. So he was acting paranoid on the ladder.

I said to him, listen, why not have me do the ladder stuff, I balance easily and am used to heights from working power distribution for many many years. Okay. So we switched places and he watched agape as I deftly pirouetted off the ladder from practically any angle.

I'm now known as his cute little mud faced ladder monkey.