By the time I finally remembered how to find this blog, and found a way to reset the forgotten password, I realized that it has been 13.5 months since my last post. I could have said, "about a year", but 13.5 months is a better read. And this point, many of you may not remember that I turn on the UBER app at times, hoping for extra fun money and a good story. Well I got both a few days ago.
I was motivated by Deanna, although based on her heavy Eastern European accent, I will guess her real mane to be Dvyntra, or some other name with few vowels. Thank you Ellis Island. We need you back.
Dvyntra is worthy of a post, because Dvyntra managed to have me return to her house two times before we were able to begin our trek to the city. Her semi-neglected home was in a very nice neighborhood in a very nice suburb. My first sight of her was witnessing her fight with the several locks on her front door. Watching her reminded me of watching a character on a sitcom locking or unlocking the seven locks on a typical New York City apartment. Switch locks, dead bolts, chains.... you get the picture.
Our first return to the house was after about a mile of progress. "Mr. Man, could we go back please. I think I left off something." By the time the u-turn was complete, I realized she left something on... and it was the curling iron. I get it. I would turn back too. This time I got to watch her fight to UNLOCK the many locks, only to be followed by the relocking ritual.
Take two: We had just driven to the same spot we made it before, when I heard from the back seat. "I am sorry. Mr. Sir, I did not set the alarm." THE ALARM? This is NOT the house a burgler would choose. And if a Dvyntra can barely manage to get in the house with keys, a thief does not stand a chance.
It is here I have to confess my love of garage sales and Estate sales. Estate sales are garage sales where the children of recently deceased parents unload their crap without having to move stuff out of the house. Most Estate sales are in homes that have not had new carpet, window treatments, nor updated paint in about twenty years. That is my way of saying the homes often smell of ben-gay, must, and moth balls. YES, you can often find some pretty cool stuff in the sales, but it is usually overpriced.
Back to Dvyntra. I was pretty sure we just fought with several locks and set an alarm for stuff that would have only disappointed a would-be-thief. Especially the large fat televisions that likeley plague the place. This will be your typical Estate sale. I am not sure how soon, however, she seemed healthy enough.
The good news is that the 3rd time was a charm. I-55 flew, and Dvyntra/Deanna made it to North State Street to meet her daughter for dinner.
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