My leasing agent called today and said that my rent house finally has a tenant. I need to go sign the lease and change the locks on the doors later this week, but basically I can finally take this lingering item off my list. After paying real estate taxes, homeowner's association dues and fixing the inevitable things that break, I still won't make any money on the place, but at least I won't be losing as much as I was when it was vacant. Maybe if the real estate market improves in a year or two I can finally just sell the house and be done with it. That would be nice. I asked my friend Harry recently why he was still working every day when he was already a best selling author. "Oh, I've got to keep working," Harry told me, "because I always make terrible investments." I can certainly relate to that.
No time to cry over spilt milk though. I've got to get ready for the Easter pet picture event this weekend at Unleashed. I wish there was an easier way to pack up an entire studio and move it somewhere else, but I haven't figured it out. Luckily, there aren't any other photo shoots this week, so I'll start packing everything up tomorrow. You can never really predict which cards life is going to deal you. Twenty years ago I was convinced I was going to be the next Richard Avedon. As is turned out, I ended up being a pet photographer.
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