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Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus? I don’t think so…. I think it’s more like: Men are from Pluto; Women are from Earth. How can a simple, straight-forward conversation go so awry? We weren’t discussing anything technical, esoteric or even the slightest bit complicated. It was about a rodent! First, the set-up: I … Continue reading…
We bought new house phones yesterday. That would be the 'royal we'. Mon mari couldn't be bothered to look at them. As he refuses to answer it if it rings, he didn't see the point in actually attempting to render an opinion. Since he knows nothing about phones (not having used one in years) … Continue reading…
We leave in an hour to pick up the first lot… Mon mari‘s brother and sister-in-law from Hawaii. They’ve been travelling since Saturday. We leave at the crack of dawn on Thursday to drive to Umbria, Italy, where we will spend a week with 13 of mon mari‘s family (which is just about everyone – … Continue reading…
Once again I’m being plagued by baby bunnies. We have a chain link fence surrounding our front garden / lawn. Last year I added a 15″ (37cm) high wood fence all around the bottom and dug in chicken wire in the bad spots, where they regularly tried to dig under. That didn’t bunny-proof the area, … Continue reading…
Aren’t you tired of seeing photos of our bedroom floor yet? This is the last one before we move up…. So exciting! We’ll clean, first. He just has that little strip by the doors to finish – and then, of course, all the trim…. Which he assures me will go very fast. It had better. … Continue reading…
Life goes on – and so does the work. Or, maybe, life goes on because of the work. Mon mari is still working on the ceiling…. And complaining vociferously about his decision to keep the beams exposed…. Something about all the little cuts and angles to make it fit together. (Wimp) And, of course, there … Continue reading…
Remember last year, about this time, when I made a new friend? Larry, the Lounge Lizard, was paying me daily visits as I worked at my desk. I didn’t mind seeing his chipper little face. With all of the construction going on, holes in the floor and walls, I knew he could leave if and … Continue reading…