The Giants game last night with Dad was a lot of fun. The Giants kicked some serious ass. When we left in the 7th inning, they were up 6-3. By the time we were pulling onto my street back in Larkspur, they had extended the lead to 12-3. Go Giants! I also indulged in a couple beers, a churro, and a malt. And this morning I had a Krispy Kreme glazed doughnut. Mmmm. Good thing I ran yesterday; I guess everything cancelled each other out.
On September 18 my friend Jonty’s house burnt down. I can’t imagine what that must have been like for him and his family. I’m relieved that everyone’s OK and wish you the best, Jonty, in rebuilding. I’m sorry that New Jersey isn’t closer, or I’d help you with the clean-up and rebuilding.
The incompetent folks of The Villages at Treasure Island continue to make my blood boil. I am currently awaiting a call from the head of the ridiculous operations there, Reginald Harris, to explain to me why they charged us $416.99 to replace the entire living room carpet for alleged “dog damage.” (He’s currently taking a look himself.) Funny, seeing as there wasn’t any dog damage. The only damage to the carpet was caused by mold and normal wear and tear over three years on cheap-ass fake berber rug.
