A beautiful week is an excellent thing. I’m glad you had one, Vision. :-)
We got a bunch of stuff done this weekend, since Keith and I both had Saturday off (and Sunday). One thing: I’ve been pressure washing the driveway, and we got the front sidewalk done. Less than half the driveway is left, and hopefully I’ll get it done in the next day or so.
Then, with 48 hours' notice, I get a ten line, run-on e-mail from my step-daughter about them needing to pleasepleaseplease let us stay here for a month or so until they can get a house because her husband got laid off in Birmingham (like we didn't see that coming) and they're desperate and they'll clean and help with the housework and repairs and the kids will be quiet and they'll buy the food and............😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠 Like I had a frigging say in it. It was a done deal before I was even clued in. The e-mail was a CYA formality. All the work I'd put in here over the summer, and now my porch is cluttered with patio chairs, computer monitors, house plants, and game pads, someone is using a tin bucket as a stinky ashtray, I have a dozen old fishing rods propped against my garage door, a Big Green Egg blocking my pedestrian door, three dressers clogging my Wild Kingdom Room, piles of laundry in the laundry room after it took us two hours to finally get that all hung and put away, and I haven't even looked out back by the pool yet. Plus, all the work I'd been doing piecemeal to clean and organize the garage is shot to hell. It looks like a rummage sale out there. They put their fridge out there, so the garage door is opening and slamming shut every five minutes. I'm about to take a 2"x 4" and nail that 🤬 shut permanently. My son-in-law swears the rest of it is going into storage Tuesday, and he'll help with any work that needs to be done around here. I told Connie that if I find one dish in the sink, one toy underfoot, one spill on any of the furniture, food baked onto a stove burner, or so much as an unflushed toilet here, the one thing they'll be thinking as they drive away is, 'We should have taken him seriously.' Homey don't play dat. The granddaughter has already been clawed twice after she was told that the pets are not squeaky toys. And Speedy T. Cat hasn't left the den here since yesterday, and probably won't until Halloween now, he's so perturbed. Connie suggested last month that I drive up and spend a couple weeks with my buddy in Virginia. He's a widower, and spends most of his free time sitting on a stool at a local brewhouse. (I plan on contacting the owner to see if I can have a brass plaque mounted on the seat that says, 'Norm'.) I told her that going would be a bad idea, because I may come back driving a big U-Haul to pack my belongings, and the last thing she'll see besides my tail lights will be a sign in the yard that says, FOR SALE - COLDWELL BANKER.
You see, we've been brothers for over forty years. He has a nice boat. And likes fishing and beer, too. How was your week?