Little Dudes,
I’ve been a little quiet lately, not posting much of anything (here, anyway). Too much frustration. The phone lines had been dead last week and you know what that means—no DSL. It’s enough to give you the shakes.
The local Verizon tech finally showed up on Friday afternoon, right as I returned from The Festival Of Dirt™. My office is in the residential section of the building and Friday was “Bug Day.” Yep, they were spraying for bed bugs and everyone had to clear out. They could have told me about the fumigation at any time before 30 minutes ahead of the event, but where’s the fun in that? Clearly they didn’t want to deprive me the joy of driving down there to turn around and drive back.
The Verizon guy found that his recently replaced line between the Lodge and the pole had a break and needed to be replaced again. I helped feed the new wire over the new 114-foot run, naturally. Friendliness? (that’s rich. -ed) I was certainly anxious to get a dial tone (and to start clogging the ‘tubes again and get back to work). The dial tone came back, but I wasn’t too interested in getting to work just then. The day was by far the most lovely in months. If it makes you feel better, I’m working right now. Whee!
These demands on my time are mostly of my making though. For instance, I realize the you clearly need to see real photos of young baby Inez (confirmed, it’s an “I”).
I was drawn to this picture for the sly sideways, halfway cranky glance. Watch out for this one, world.
And while I get that this one is about singing, why is the hospital staff person holding her head down on? It’s clearly attached.
More in a little bit…
Your pal,
bob