Saturday, July 19, 2008

Breaking the Silence

Just a brief note to my three special ladies: Jess, Juana and Lori. Thank you all for the emotional support. Believe it or not it's been working well during waking hours. Unfortunately the other "half" of the day is spent with one foot in fuzz and the other in Stephan King's attic world. If I start writing this stuff down I could give that unibrow a run for his publishing buck. In this economy we should never discount potential for income!

Lori? What in the name of 'job descriptions' have you gotten yourself into???? You're preaching to the caffeine impregnated with all of us ('cept John), but so far reports of your new employment would be better endured with MUCH stronger drinks!!

We've been doing stuff. Putting one foot in front of the other. I saw little house yesterday, up close and personal, for the first time since a foot of compacted snow covered it, It's absolutely horrible outside. I wouldn't ask to see it. I'm in good company as it hasn't been shown since it went on the market April 1st.

Obviously, once the dripping leaks began to dry new changes occurred inside the place. For instance: the ceiling in the master bath has a full blown crack from the back edge of the ceiling, over the tub, to the doorway. One half of the ceiling is at least 1/4" lower than the other side of the crack.

Three full-grown hardwoods blew over and are leaning on everything else still standing. Branches are down everywhere. The grass is dead. The pile of debris in the open space we paid $3,000 to clear is as high and wide and deep as the trailer and you can't see the clearing at all. The house is black on all the fascia with mildew. Every flower bed is unidentifiable due to last winter's leaves. It's the poster child for "trailer trash." Just when you thought things could't get worse.

So anyway. S'posed to rain the next couple of days. We'll go over there, hearts and major yard tools in hand, Tuesday and Wednesday, and as long as it takes. Not sure just what to do about the bathroom. Spackle won't cut it on this one.

So again. Thanks to you three girls. And my love always. Ma

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