I am Dee Tremens, back in the proverbial high tech... spirits.... I am the literary cousin to Sir Toby Belch and Falstaff. Be sure to call the former "Sir." He has been knighted you know, if it is a verb. Yes, knighted by Shakey himself. Forget Shakespeare: the issues before us are twofold; first, the landlady and second the heat. The conversation goes something like this...
"Josh, when are you going to clean the windows? They are dirty on the outside too? When are you going to fix the blinds? You have one missing?"
"I'm on it... just as soon as the temperature cools off."
"What do you mean 'cool off.' That will be November. You need to clean them now."
"You have answered your own question then, you dingbat with one eye and one good leg. You better go inside then before the heat kills the rest of you."
"But Josh---."
"You are impeding my enjoyment of the property. You know the law, you still greedy ex-realtor. I will clean when the heat subsides."
The temperature outside? You reluctant reader ask. 122 degrees. And the landlady wants me to work outside. That is not even a record here, as once the mercury rose to 123 degrees.
