Mrs. Smuckers, Line Seven…

Friends, this convoluted living situation is toast. Without going into too much (potentially libelous) detail, things between my nephew’s parents have taken a turn not only for the worse but in the ditch, down the embankment, and into the fluffy soft padded rocks of insanity below. Let’s put it this way, the fact that they make special evening jackets with extra long arms that buckle in the back in XXL comforts me to no end. (i thought you just took a “large.” – ed No, that would be a fall-back ensemble for the individual making my sister’s life difficult should the meds fail to take hold. – bob)

Our on again, off again plans to vacate the premises have taken on a new urgency as a result of this latest tirade. We’re back on like an espresso machine at an AA meeting.

So, anyway, if you have a three bedroom house in or around Mid City for rent at about $1,500 a month, I’m all ears. And read this carefully: NO MORE DRAMA. You hear me? None. Don’t need it. That crap stops now.

That said, I generated a little of my own this evening by boycotting dinner when Mr. “driver of this bus” showed up. I understand that a tense time was had by all, which is good only because my absence forced me to hold my tongue. Apparently, we all have to get along for a little while longer so my pouring methyl-ethyl-ketone on the fire was going to do nothing toward that end. But really, what would have been the harm? Those flames ARE invisible after all. Oh, wait…

On another, happier note (you sure? moving out seems pretty happy to me. – ed That’s true, and that’s why you get paid the big bucks. – bob) I have some nice snaps of the Lodge from last weekend. More flowers, more completed projects. I’ll post them as an update later this evening but I thought I’d hammer this thing out now. No time like the present, you know?

There’s further happiness in the near completion of the electronic medical records project at San Diego’s Omnipresent Charitable Organization. Things are falling into place nicely at the moment, so we can finally have a nearly paperless clinic. Dear Freshly Minted Doctors, I truly hope you can type ‘cuz next week we’re throwing away all the pens.

Photo update in a few…

– bob

UPDATE: A couple pictures (finally!):

Underexposed pretty flower shot! Also note that my new HP Deskjet creates prints of this that look like mud. Whee.

Ugly vinyl flooring in bathroom was no match for the terrible wrath brought down by the mighty scraper!

…nor could it stand up to the wanton covering afforded by, er, floor coverings!

Ahh, I feel much better now.