Tenant

This post is in honor of having signed on a tenant, courtesy of craigslist.

We met in person this afternoon, and while her one-year-old daughter and three-and-a-half-year-old son ate their respective hot dog and hamburger and drank their root beers, we went over the paperwork.

She sounds like a promising tenant (which is good, since she was our only applicant), with good references and an interest in using our vegetable and flower garden spaces. Really, I’ve seen and felt no red flags, which makes my little penny-pinching heart soar.

(An aside: Turns out [this will interest particular readers], she Navy boot camped in Illinois, and then was on base in Oahu, Hawaii for two years. She was eager to leave both places.)

Funnily enough, on the phone a few days ago she wondered if, since she would be living there by herself with her kids and a dog would help her feel secure, maybe we would reconsider our no-pets rule. To my relief, however, today she said she decided that a dog would be too much, since she already has to care for her children.

“Besides,” she said, “the neighbors have dogs, and so even if I don’t have my own dog, I’ll know if someone is out back.”

Right.

She’s moving in Friday.