We Be BUSY!

Last weekend our contractor completed HIS work on our garage, and took all his scaffolding, tools, and ladders home with him. The following day he brought his final bill and we happily paid him off. Monday afternoon I shoveled the leftover gravel, which had been blocked off by the pile of scaffolding, into all the appropriate places. Removing the gravel pile made room for our camper to be returned from it's summer sojourn on my parent's lawn.

This whole process made us feel very satisfied. Everything on our property is, once again, OURS. For better or worse, the completion of our garage, except for a day's work from our electrician, is in OUR HANDS. Now we have room to move all of our tools into their new home. Now we can operate our table saw IN OUR GARAGE! This will enable us to make some minor repairs to our house and shed. Then we can get the house and shed painted before the snow flies. *crossing fingers*

We, hopefully, solved our skunk problem by allowing nature to take it's course. One hot, DRY, day, I was trying to think of a way to make the skunk's environment less inviting. Where were the skunks finding water during our drought? DOH!! Our birdbath! We haven't seen the skunks since we dumped the birdbath. L took advantage of their absence and filled in their den with rocks and topsoil. In addition, Z has been dumping all the dog poo onto their hill. Hopefully they'll find a more hospitable place to breed next spring.

DW is out of jail and back to her old tricks. She didn't show for work, or bother to call in, on Monday. Today she called in to say she had a headache and wouldn't be coming to work.
BS's 8-yr-old son has taken to playing with matches. Does this mean that BS will actually start supervising his children's activities? Of course not! When will these people get a clue?

My workplace does have 2 rays of sunshine. Kid is 15, smart, and reliable. He's been coming in, at a moment's notice, to replace DW. Brat is 17, smart, reliable, and has a wicked sense of humor. She's been waittressing, 3 days a week, for the past two summers. Neither of these kids has ANY patience with DW's antics. During slack times, these two hang around my waittress station. We've had some great philosophical discussions throughout the summer. I'll really miss their wit when they return to school. It's kids like this that give me hope for the future of our world!