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A resmudging has to take place

I went through the LaLa on Sunday and smudged every corner to get rid of the gris gris and the bad men vibe that was in there. I had dried sage and rosemary and wrapped it tightly and then set it on fire and while it was smoking I shook the smoking embers in the corners of the house to remove bad gris gris.

Today, the men returned to gris gris the house all over again.

K is being such an asshole that he has two more times before I tell him to walk off the planet.

He doesn’t think HE should have to pay for the cypress door he cut up or the restoration glass window he broke. He thinks 120 hours is not enough time to do the remaining items. He is a goddamn whining mother fucker – and those are my contractor’s nice adjectives about him.

My other carpenter is redoing all the things he did wrong yesterday because he doesn’t think before he does anything. It requires you to tell him that 1 + 1 = 2.

G didn’t show up this morning – possibly still at La Finca for all I know.

Monday is about as warm and fuzzy as a hedgehog.

On the other hand, yesterday Wanda Dorsey stopped by to introduce herself and see the house – she lives on Esplanade. Today Caroline, Jerry and CoCo stopped by to introduce themselves and see the house – he’s an architect and her father’s an architect so they have been watching the renovation closely. They live on Moss just a block down from me.

Standing on the porch a woman walked by with a red and white Pembroke Corgi. Then Arlene and I walked around the bayou – walking across the Magnolia bridge since we didn’t get a chance this morning – and that has become a must on my daily routine. We ran into Angelle and her two dogs and then a woman walked up with two Cardigan Corgis – Elmore and Tupelo.

It is the people in this city that calm me and make it all worthwhile. You never meet a stranger in New Orleans.

I did say that K is a carpet bagger, remember? He is one of the many transients come down from the North – sort of like Restoration after the Civil War – to make money off our hardship. What’s worse than a carpet bagger?

Nothing.

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