November 15th, 2012



18050. Think I may be channeling a bargain basement Eva Ibbotson.

And hopefully the flooring is in back home by now. And the flooring guy has left, so that I can survey the damage. WHY must they park on the flower beds? Seriously, it's not like there isn't tons of room there. Nobody has to drive halfway up to the woodpile and take down the shrubs on the way.

I'm picking up some of those little wrought iron fencelets on the way home. Maybe if there's something man-made there, they won't think "Oh, clearly this is just some part of the world that hasn't been paved yet."