Sep 19 2009
The Great Escape
Well, the blistering heat is making a return engagement. It’s like a Barbra Streisand farewell tour. How can we miss you when you won’t go away?
This sequel is bigger and badder than ever. It’s supposed to be over 90 from Sunday through Thursday, which is positively inhuman(e) as far as I’m concerned. It was time to get out of the kitchen, since I definitely can’t take the heat.
I’m fleeing the scene and heading for my sister’s little house in the big woods. I can bring some things up for my new house, have a chat with my new landlords and square away all the moving details, and stay there for Rosemarie’s service next Saturday. The kitties will be taken care of by a friend. They’ll hardly miss me.
When I called Megan to invite myself up, she mentioned that the County Fair happens to be this weekend, so I can attend the sheep dog trials again this year. Yay!
She also said that my new landlord Mark has been slaving away at my roof and balcony with several of his friends. I thought they were just going to replace the railings, but they’re replacing the whole thing. I promise to take pictures this time, but you’ll have to be forgiving if there are piles of lumber and other detritus. Just imagine…