I got up before dawn this morning and took the Bean for our walk along the bayou – it was still dark as I was approaching the LaLa. The guy on St John Court who I usually see sitting in the chairs with H, was walking his dog, he stared at me (he was on the wet grass and we were on the sidewalk) as if he wanted to say something – I almost asked “yes?” because it really looked like he was about to tell me something – but I was in a hurry to sneak inside the LaLa before K got there.
K spent the weekend leaving me voicemail messages and restoring all the double hung windows to pristine condition – only breaking three restoration glass panes and now replacing them with ordinary glass. Again in the world of home remodel and postKatrina – it is the two-step. Read: one step forward, three back = two steps.
So it was with ambivalence that I called S this morning to fire K. S was alarmed by K’s wanting me to “clean up after him and get his coffee” – he used the term sexual harrassment – I just think the guy is a loser. It was decided that on Wednesday when he leaves for his two weeks away that S will tell him he can only come back if he abides by the rules of not calling his client (read: me) for anything whatsoever. That means I would still not be able to freely come and go from the LaLa while he is here – but S’s two other carpenters are currently engaged and so I’d be stopping progress on the house, which is not what I want to do.
It’s a shame because I really like all the guys working on my house – there hasn’t been a delivery guy or a trades person that I haven’t felt engaged with – since Trahan took over my job. I want to keep that joie de vivre because I think it infuses the LaLa with bon homme – I fear the negative energy that K has will invade my walls or woodwork – and there is too much invested in this house to allow that to happen.