Hallefrickinlujiah...

I never thought this day would come.
The work in my apartment is finished.... but (and there's always a but, isn't there??) they still owe me a towel rack in my bathroom. And somehow, the one they did put up is crooked. My friend Jim, who put it up in the first place, is not a professional, and HE managed to hang it properly...
Anyway, the bedroom looks really great, aside from all the paint splatters on the wood floors, and the whole project has forced me to do some de-cluttering, so it's all an improvement. And it's nice to feel like my home is really mine again.

This afternoon, I'll be seeing the man who taught me how to do radio many, many years ago. He's one of those guys who comes off like a tough teacher until you get to know him, and find out he's really a big softie at heart. In his office, he used to keep a list of all of his students who'd gotten jobs after taking classes at lovely Palomar College in not-so-lovely San Marcos. I always thought that was sweet.