Used to be a supermodel in Paris. Owned his own business, but an accounting partner stole from him. Once served a house in the Catskills that was definitely a place for filming pornography. That kind of guy.
Anyway. Karal was enthralled to have a house guest. She loved him. Wouldn't leave him alone. Obsessed. And he tolerated it - she was annoying actually - until he pulled out his remote printer. Then she became intrigued by that. I tried to capture the numerous ways she cocked her head at the machine, but this is the best shot I got.
I also got a photo of the salesman in the beanie hat with the spinner on top that he wore.
Now, my students in Kentucky, whenever I told stories about this or that experience used to accuse me of making #@$@ up, but I never did, and I still don't. It's been calm in my world for a long time, but when the door opens to live a normal life...say, get a quote on a housing project...I meet very interesting people and it's beautiful....the kind who have to pee every 30 minutes...who are motivational speakers...and once walked runways in Paris.
Please feel free to call me and I can fill you in on more, including the fact the salesman is Google-able and was a supermodel a few years ago....might have even walked the runway with Ger. He loves Ender's Game by Orson Scott (who is also a Mormon) and has never seen The Book of Mormon, but feels they accurately portrayed the religion.
And, that was my day yesterday. 6 hours. I'm still waiting on my home's mortgage company, because there just might be a way to refinance my home, get vinyl siding, and end up paying less per month than I'm doing right now.
Good Morning, World.
I just believe.
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