Yesterday late afternoon, after a solid day with the phone in my ear, I walked the Bean to DM’s house to put a note about helping me – I need a trim carpenter and someone to do the siding on the addition. D lives on Ursulline, he was a contractor who went to Russia years ago to work, then came back to NO and went into real estate, but post-Katrina he has hired on crews and turned contractor again. His dog Tipper was in the yard, so I was wrapping Arlene’s leash around the fence to go and leave the note when he came out and up drove about four or five trucks of guys in working clothes – I told D what I needed and he thought he could help – so I’m crossing my fingers because K left late yesterday and now the LaLa is mine again – free of nutballs (well mostly).