I picked up my new passport. I was admonished for having my passport stolen and told that as a US citizen, I had the right to replace a stolen passport once. After that, the state department deems you irresponsible and you can only get a passport for one year at a time. Then when I gave the nice lady my old passports and new picture, she said, "Wow, you've sure aged. " Then quickly, she added, "Sorry, I couldn't help it," but I just smiled and said, "Yes, no one is immune."
We put nude dancer's things out for the trash pickup. It was hauled away yesterday. We kept a few boxes of papers in case he ever shows up, but the rest is gone. It's nice to have a garage again. Then the girl who is in nude dancer's apartment came down to tell us she had lost her job and can she break her lease if she finds a job in another city. We are reasonable people, so we said to keep us informed and give us at least 30 days notice. (The law requires 90 days notice.) I felt bad for the girl. Losing one's job is the pits. And there's some bad energy lurking in that apartment.
Finally, after 8 hours, the doors were installed. Here are two of them. The tenants squealed with delight upon coming home to them. This was Serge's project (I didn't see the necessity) and he is satisfied too.