My man, Stan

Stanley Steemer the Carpet Cleaner just paid me a visit. We have white carpet ,not my pick, but here when we moved in. It has been winter, two winters, in fact , since that August day. This would be our first carpet cleaning. Bad housewife. Obvious "traffic patterns" were a problem, and of course, my companion's pee stains on the floor. My companion is a dog. Settle down.

I was not looking forward to the prospect, envisioning crinkly brown paper trails and clouds of noxious fumes and wet socks and everything on top of everything, and it was not like that at all. They were here, they were done, they couldn't quite get that "traffic pattern" going into the kitchen, and then the main guy Ryan asked me if I was an artist, and where I went to school. My posture got better. He is a fine arts major where I went to night school -- a painter -- taking some time off to gather some money and Stanley Steem. To be called an artist has always been knighthood to me, so the total Stanley experience turned into a great big plus on my Monday.

Hope it was a hoppin' holiday, and here, we are back.

P.S. My Driver's License picture looks like Keith Richards, who always was my favorite Beatle.......