So rachel is off in the summer hemisphere and I am left with her empty house that still smells like their family to check on and maintain.
It is nice still being able to go over to her house, even if she isn’t there. I have met with the tenant and tried my hardest not to overwhelm him with details. I think I talked to him for an hour at break neck speed about all things house and town. Pretty sure he won’t be contacting me anytime soon! I explained the dehumidifier, the fancy furnace, street cleaning, recycling, best grocery stores, markets quirks, neighbors, you name it.
He seems quite nice and is off on a trip for a month so we both have a chance to settle into our new rolls of tenant/landlord.
Him being gone for a month is giving me a bit more time to let go of her house. A luxury i didn’t think I needed until he left.
That brings me to this week’s confession.
For the record I would like to state that never once while checking on your house did I wonder why the toilet seat in the upstairs bathroom was so dirty. What was the tenant doing in there? I tried standing on the seat to see if some amazing view could be had thus explaining what looked like footprints. After determining I was clueless to the reasons, i just went ahead and cleaned it.
For the record i did not question the tenants need to haphazardly pull down the black out curtains on the third floor and leave them in a heap on the floor. Instead I simply went about rehanging them.
For the record, I never heard movement on the third floor and left screaming.
For the record, i did not call Tasha to come over and help me be brave and see what was in there.
Nathan, for the record, I did not use a squash racket as a possible self defense weapon, nope, not once.
For the record there has never been a squirrel in your house.
For the record we did not trap one on the third floor with an open window in the hopes s/he would see him/herself out.
I am the bravest and most capable of all landlords you could have.