Hellholeah, I love you not.

I woke up after 4.5 hours sleep, thinking of Egyptian pyramids & how big slabs were moved by putting rollers under them. This seems easier than dragging out a piece of ugly furniture which I realized last night I'll be able to dump by transferring the contents to yet another set of shelves from the storeroom after I move an empty dresser in the Flist Guest Room to make a place for it.

*time passes while I think, patch a bookcase with wood filler & distract myself with looking at new eggs at DragCave and wondering if the floaty egg is an antigravity dragon*

Pool Guy calls and tells me they're so crazy with demands at C(Sh)i(t)ty Hall-- wanting to know even the COLOR of the tile & the thickness of the coating he's going to put on... OI! So, plan B to say OOps and go in with the contract is really shot out of the water... we're gonna try something else which I'm not saying in public because I get the feeling it's bad luck. Every time I tell you guys something is being done, it turns into a no-go.

I found two 'horseshoes' last night. Maybe if I wire them to the gates, it'll help.

EDIT: The ancient Egyptians weren't trying to move their blocks using two broken rake handles through a doorway about 4 inches wider than the block, into a corridor so narrow the block barely fit when horsed up on end. *whew* Ok, break time over, back to work.

Next door neighbor passed away.

She was a very elderly (90+ IIRC) lady with health problems for many years. Her son called to tell me & to say that I was invited to the services 11am Sat, at a place that would be at least a $20 taxi ride, each way (he mentioned knowing my transportation problems, but not offering me a lift). I offered my condolences and my regrets.

I won't speak ill of the dead, but the few occasions we interacted were not positive ones (petty reasons) and I'm really not physically up to that sort of thing even for someone I *liked*. I'm wondering now if the family he moved in to take care of his mother will remain in the house, or if he'll sell it to someone else? I didn't ask, of course.

MMM... it's not so much that I'm curious, as that my mind keeps coming up with scenarios... in today's housing market it'd be a pain to sell it, even if he had shown the forethought to get the house put into his name a while back so he doesn't have to wait a year for probate to get title, the way I did. I hope he either lets them stay, or else sells it. If he rents it, it's more likely to be riff-raff druggies than anything else.

****ok, I'm procrastinating... it's ouchy crawling around on the floor taping newspaper down...back to work.

Amelia Earhart Park pics (post 7 of 7) Assorted birds

I've finished painting the bookcase & am taking a breather before going to start the cutting in. I hate cutting in.

So, have a White turkey, white pigeon, coot, Florida gallinule and a grackle.

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