A Brief Interlude

Hello, Kiddies- I'm waiting for the next construction storm to arrive, the removal of old windows and doors for new and improved windows and doors. After spending last week thoroughly rucking up my walls carving the holes for the window and slider, the guys told me that this is the week for installing the glass- I don't know if I trust these guys to handle glass objects- seems kind of risky. Mr. Boo is not much impressed- but he does like to roll around in the Sheetrock dust until he turns his black parts white- creative camouflage of some sort. The spider festival has slowed down considerably- maybe they give off some sort of warning smell when you squash them- some kind of pheromone that shouts "Don't come in here! Crazed woman with the Slipper of Death!" Now, I really don't take pleasure in smashing spiders- honest- but I take less pleasure in getting big honking spider bites all over my body- especially if some of these critters are Hobo spiders. Nuff said.
   I'm still hoping to snap some pix of the carnage we're living in, but as I can't afford a digital camera right now, it'll be a bit before I get them developed and onto disk- yes, I know, I'm still living in the stone age- so sue me. You try living on $674 a month, and hope to buy a decent digital cam. Oh, well, maybe for X-mas. Hint, hint.