Well, I have gotten squat done on the house this week. To have done so well last week, this week has been a bust. Between all the rain, trying to cut the grass, intermittently fix the push mower, having my computer repaired and just general loafing, I have not accomplished much of anything. A day or two of that is okay every once in a while but a whole week is inexcusable.
While mowing the grass, I scared this guy up out of the weeds. I know it was at least 6" across.
What a face!
I have prepared part of the foundation wall for waterproofing, which I hope to do next week as it dries out. I ran some siding but am waiting on Allen to bring the big ladder back so I can reach the eaves on front. I have to completely finish the north side before I can turn the corner to the west end, because the scaffolding etc. is attached to the west wall. I did do a little more clearing with the excavator earlier in the week before the rain started.
Here you can see the "eyes" a little. Such a pretty creature.
I must kick it into a higher gear on the house and I also have people calling me wanting side work but I'm really trying to avoid that, as odd as that may sound. I don't want any side work; I want to work on MY stuff! I do have two jobs that I have pretty much committed to but they won't be too bad and I'll make pretty good on them.
Found another one of these. It was a funny thing: I had not heard from Dale in over 6 weeks and so I called just to see if he was still kicking and left a message. He called me back about a half hour later and we talked for a while. He's about the same but sounded okay. Anyway, while we were talking I was walking around the yard and sat down on one of the logs at the flower bed by the drive. I just happen to look down between my feet and saw this. I sit at that spot all the time and never noticed it before. No, I don't think it means anything; just kinda odd. Dale is still in Louisiana and is off to Houston in about a month to do a job there. He told me he was home about 3 weeks ago and called me 2 or 3 times because he wanted to see me but the calls would never go through. He said he couldn't even get my message service. Thought that was odd too.
I have given up on hearing from the concrete cutting guy even though he asked me twice if I would go out with him and I made sure to give him my number. Why do guys do that? I mean, act all interested and then never call. Chickens**t.
And a friend came by several weeks ago and gave me the number of another friend that he thought I might like to meet. I actually tried to call the guy but his phone would never answer. It either said the number was out of service or just wasn't accepting calls. Period. So there. I think I have the mark of Cain on me. The karmic juju of love is against me but it's getting a great, big laugh out of taunting me with these hearts strewn about.
Oh well, back to work; that's what I know best anyway. Hopefully, I will have something on the house to show you soon.
*The Dave Clark Five