So.
How have y’all been?
Starting this conversation feels a tad awkward after so many weeks away, off in my flesh and blood corner of the world. I’ve written to you many times, but never got around to completing my thoughts. Half told stories or topical screeds that didn’t seem worth sharing. Something else always caught my eye, drawing my attention away from this conversational place of ours.
Several hours over many days were spent trying to nail down Rick Santorum. It’s become apparent that my level of loathing for this ridiculous train wreck of a politician is only exceeded by the utter contempt and complete bafflement I feel towards his supporters. Who in their right American mind would vote for this simplistic theocrat? Seriously, shove a popehat on this archaic social monstrosity and cart us back to the 19th century.
His tax, spend and cut proposals aren’t all that swift either.
What else? Another concert this evening for my budding musician, soccer season has begun for the small boy and my bathroom is still not finished. A long story of expensive frustration that I’ll share when I can offer photos of the finished project, hopefully early next week (fingers crossed) if nothing else gets jinxed.
I’ve got to run. Hugs and kisses.
Delighted to see you among the land of the living.
Yeah, I’m still breathing. Once in a while I even hyperventilate, like when that little mexican fucker chipped a serious chunk out of the brand-spanking new, enameled iron bathtub.
You need a white boy to fix up your bathroom. I have one. Would you like to borry him?
I finally found one, Jewel!
Guess what?
He’s from Seattle.
Has he adapted to the heat, yet? Is he hawt? It is a requirement that a man should be hawt. I try like hell to imagine hawt men in Seattle, but they are either neutered, gay or old.
He’s not hot at all. Nice looking, but very neutered and he dreams of rain.
But he’s a nice man and talented beyond belief. Creative, intelligent and so diligent in getting every last detail perfect.
He’s costing me a pretty penny and I don’t mind at all.
Out of desperation, I finally joined Angie’s list and everyone I’ve hired (three so far) has been well worth the money.
I know it’s hard to imagine for people up north, but finding competent tradesmen down here isn’t that easy – 70% barely speak English.
That’s a damn shame on both fronts. The Mexicans are moving northwards, and competing with the Amish, who build damn fine houses. They barely speak English, too, but unlike the spiteful Mexicans, they don’t plug up the new pipes with blocks of wood, or poison the new laid sod.
I ought to check out Angie’s list to see if my husband is in there.
Hi!
Hey, Daphne, I’ve been well, in answer to your initial question. Just spent two days working on my bathroom. Not that I wanted to spend two days working on changing out a faucet in a house built in 1929, but, one plumbing issue often leads to another in an old house, requiring more trips to the hardware store than I ever would have imagined. I will say that my little plumbing adventure pales in comparison to the epic adventure you’re experiencing in your bathroom remodel.