On coincidences
Saturday, 16 October 2004 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daSuccess! I finally got ahold of the guy who will be repainting our stair-well in a couple weeks and pinned down a schedule. (We're hiring somebody to do it because d is unhappy about me painting on a ladder on the stairs. And renting a scaffolding for three days would be nearly as expensive as having him do it.) The painter and I have been playing phone-tag for at least three weeks, not counting the prior three weeks before I spoke to him the first time. So we're set, and it will happen. Yay, non-ugly staircase.
Walked with Rover to our local bank branch (well, mine, not hers). Beautiful fall morning, lots of vibrant falling leaves (on other peoples' lawns), squirrels for her to chase (ineptly, as always).
At the bank, I ran into the woman who last cut my hair. Which isn't so odd, the hair-cutting shop is just down the street. And then I ran into Glen, the guy who's painting our stairwell. Who I didn't think lived anywhere near here.
Guess it's a small town, after all.
Walked with Rover to our local bank branch (well, mine, not hers). Beautiful fall morning, lots of vibrant falling leaves (on other peoples' lawns), squirrels for her to chase (ineptly, as always).
At the bank, I ran into the woman who last cut my hair. Which isn't so odd, the hair-cutting shop is just down the street. And then I ran into Glen, the guy who's painting our stairwell. Who I didn't think lived anywhere near here.
Guess it's a small town, after all.
