Posse! I’m … a goober.
So here I am, sitting in the garden…admiring my new fountain…thinking’oooh! I’ll tell Posse all about it’….um….now? Because Memorial Day is a MONDAY holiday. And I am a goober.
So. No post of any real import. I’m a filthy mess – my friends brought a ginormous trencher in to run the power lines into the garden (and set it up for when the back porch is built)… I had to move lilies in 90F heat (in case you ever have to do something like that at the Wrong Season, here’s the trick: dig a BIG hole. Big. I had to move 4, so each dig was about 3 times the diameter of the plant. That way the plant really doesn’t notice the move. ) My nails are destroyed. I’m a filthy mess – did I already say that?
And I got nuthin’.
Except my fabulous new fountain, which is up on a plinth, burbling its ass off.
My friends (the husband is a Master Electrician and he brought his apprentice) also rewired the garage which, apparently, was so far below code it might as well have been on the moon.
They’re also rewiring the new breaker panel in my house.
All for materials…and food.
The apprentice is My New Son – he is nearly omnivorous and can parse different tastes and smells… loves all foods (except okra – see? My New Son). I’m sooo excited! I get to make interesting food! Cumin lamb with flatbread and sauteed collards (HE LOVES COLLARDS!) and chile-garlic quinoa is my next menu. Master E says if I do a meal like I did for Trench Day he’ll have an entire crew over here to replace my fence-gate (the 14.5′ span that fell on me TWICE after the tornado winds ripped it off the hinges…sigh. El O… El O… that fence is the last vestige of his madness (fingers crossed). The entire span is a gate – and that ‘gate’ is 26′!!! Um. This is a little farmhouse, not the Chrysler Building. Ain’t nobody need a 26′ entry span. I tried to shore it up – it fell on me, twice (did I already mention that?). So ow. Cranky Contractor ran over here to shore it up because Fences Fear Him (he had that thing done in .03 seconds) – but it has to be replaced. Cannot afford Cranky Contractor for everything… so having 2 or 3 guys over who’ll do it for a fabulous meal? Swoony!
And I get my house up to code – or whatever passes for code here at the back of beyond. GFIs! No more burned-out sockets!
So. Happy Musette. No. Not Happy. EcSTATIC Musette. I don’t think my feet have touched ground in 3 days!
But a suckeration of a post. Because I am a goober.
So. Tell me a story – how was your holiday weekend (if you celebrate) or whatever you want to tell me. I’ll have Monsieur Jacques poke a pawnail or TWO for a giveaway!
Sorry I am such a goober. But I haz a NEW FOUNTAIN! And there are no more live!!! wires, un-nutted, just hanging about, waiting to zap the living crap out of me!