This week was better than last. I met a rather famous person who lives here who I am a fan of, and I’m going to clean his house. But just from talking to him, I can see that he considers housecleaning sort of a low-rent job, although he isn’t conscious of that (yet). He mentioned that “he doesn’t want to be there when I clean because there’s nothing worse than having a housecleaner around when you’re trying to do something.” Ha ha ha! Oh yes there is something very much worse—being the housecleaner experiencing the squirmy awkwardness of knowing she’s in the homeowner’s way. That’s OK, he’ll soon see how housecleaning can be an art form.
I also voted, which I haven’t done in a long time. The gorgeous weather here brings heavy border patrol to my street, driving slowly by, looking into people’s yards. Drone of helicopters. More murder and anarchy across the border. No kids on Halloween, they don’t come here. But since we’re always prepared in case they do, a lot of candy was consumed!