Brother B dropped by today to help dad move out the last large items before the new floor gets poured tomorrow. The timing of my trip to the gym was coincidental, really.
Mom reads, munches, and watches, what else? sports.
Between trying to catch up on blog posts, I rip out 2x4s for the outside cement pour. A handy can of Raid is on stand-by. The only insects that attack me are mosquitoes (I wish V was still here, they like him better) so I reluctantly coat myself with repellent. Too bad they don't make this stuff for irs agents, neocons, and proselytizing hypocrites.
Dad comes out to help and we find our tools are too small so he enlists neighbor and bonecarver S, (he of the machete), who brings the biggest gol-durn crow bars I've ever seen, and efficiently finishes our project. What a guy. He must carve dinosaur bones with his tools.
I don't know how much posting I'll be able to do in the next few days while mom and I are in tutu's apartment. She wasn't using the google so I'll have to try to piggyback on someone's wireless network or find a Star-sucks.
Sweetheart Big E arrives xmas eve. I can't wait! If mom's up to it, we'll head back to the windward side and spend xmas day at the beach. Our floor must cure so no downstairs living until Friday.
Everything crossed that mom's port implant and chemo go smoothly tomorrow.
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