This one isn’t for the faint of heart, either. You know what I’ve found out about rumors? They’re usually true. Not always, but in general. Especially when they’re from a credible source, as this entry is. Keep prayers, good thoughts, and money flowing South.
C sent me this note on 9/26 — sorry I’m just now posting it.
WM
It’s not cancer. And the contractors are still here. And it’s started to rain, and the front end of our house is exposed to the elements and how are they supposed to paint the rest of the house, when it’s raining? WTF??? And…This post is not for the weak of heart.
“It is a human characteristic to love little animals, especially if they’re attractive in some way.”
— McCoy, “The Trouble with Tribbles”, stardate 4525.6
“When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.”
— Ignatius Reilly “Confederacy of Dunces”
Is the Honey Bucket still here? Yes. Is our neighbor down the street, who actually knows how to do his own remodeling, jealous? Yes. For the love of God, he has saved himself and his lovely wife tens of thousands of dollars by working on his own place and not hiring contractors — it looks great, their house, total showcase now — and he loves the damn Honey Bucket.
“Insanity in individuals is something rare — but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher (1844-1900)
Happy Birthday, Stephen King!
Yeah, you heard me. We now have a Honey Bucket port-a-potty in the front yard. Resplendent. And the contractors didn’t care for the way my bedroom window looked, so they took it out and nailed up a couple of huge pieces of plywood over the hole.
Then they called it a day and split.
I (heart) contractors.
Yes, the contractors are here! All six of them, including one guy who looks like a DUI guy who careened into the backyard on his bicycle this a.m. You know DUI guys, right?
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.”
— Harper Lee, writer (1926- )
Oh dammit all to hell — the contractors, the ever-elusive contractors we’ve been waiting for, nigh on three months now, finally, magically, reappeared today. It’s like having a vision, really, when you’ve been waiting for someone for so long and voila! There he is: The Contractor. He had a certain aura around him, a halo, glowing, and he said the magical words, “Hey. We’re ready to put up the scaffolding and get going.”
Then the Nasty Neighbor yelled at him and next thing you know — whoosh! He’s gone.
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