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Friday afternoon the construction crew went insane in a madmadmad rush to remove themselves from the work week. Berserk. Totally. When they left the profound silence was a thing of beauty. We wondered about the house, marveling at the acre of new flooring, the stark white trim and cabinetry, the black countertops. And then we went outside to look at the roof and the newly painted upper torso of the casa and the gleaming, mold free stucco; freshly power washed. It had been exhausting; watching all that energy and great good spirits. We drug-ged ourselves to the Bronco to forage for food. I murmuered to LT, "You know, eating out used to be a treat..." "But now," he continued the lament, "it's a burden. Chicken, hambergers, tacos.." about that time we noted the bunny declaration. Ihop. Of course, breakfast at the end of the day. And thoughts of staying home forever and ever and ever. As usual it was nine oclock. Who eats at nine o'clock at night. Apparently mucho peoples. Most seemed large in the extreme. We ate and watched folk waddle by... feeling those pancakes sticking to thighs and Did I mention the power went off. Third night in a row. And just when all of life seems to be electric. The first night we sat on the portico and watched the lightening show in the black night sky, while valantly protecting old dog from the wicked forked tongue of the cloud devil. Night two found us heading to Wendys to join the groups of jeans puddled on the floor, one hand clutching the gravity drenched garments, while the other hand found money, food, chairs, cell phones... We sat there. Old. Just old. Saturday morning the DD and her family took over the castle. They swarmed upstairs ...putting up green board in the bath to be... With much pounding, and sawing and baby crying and little boys teasing and giggling. Pounding up and down stairs. Protests. Disclaimers. Promises. ~ sigh ~ Another long day with people breathing our air. They left with much done. And piles of scrapes and dust and dirt. All those months I begged strangers on street corners to work for food. Anon. Now we are all that. Work. work. work. Enough - go home. We must rest from all this busyness. Peace in the morning... To celebrate the resurrection...worship...praise . LT left the castle early to hunt down and kill the Sunday morning donuts he uses to bribe the media team kids. I carried in the juice, like a good helpmeetress. He immediately started talking teckno with a young man in front of a moniter. I noticed the donuts were moving. The donuts moving? Oh no! Ants... this summer they are everywhere! And he had left the box in the car while he came inside to bully me into moving faster... The box was still sealed yet the invaders conquored. Those circles were tossed before the kids noticed their treat had been befouled. Fortunately all worked out well as the girls were suddenly fat this week. That left the box of chocolate covered goodies for the guys to scarf down in two bites -- those who probably wouldn't have been bothered with a few fire ants adding zest to their food... ..Those criters are mean though! Strange things continued. That evening as I sat in the dark eating [no the power had been out earlier -so we went to visit my mother in law, but the lights were on by the time we returned-- I was just used to eating in the dark by Sunday night] and suddenly something whizzed by. Ahem, I called out to the chief warrior. "Something is flying in here!" "It's a bat." He was nonchalant. For real. It's a bat??? Ants in the morning, bats at night? That may be a song, a book, a play... but not real life~ Whee! It flew into the living room, circled round the wall and back through the den. Whosh! into the kitchen around the wall and back through the den, into the living room... the thing was flying a figure eight over and over! Fast. I huddled in my corner at the table. Back into the kitchen it streaked --quickly LT blocked the doorway back into the den and zoom! out into the night through the open door. My hero! We have lived here 29 years. Never. I promise you, never, has a bat made free within the airspace of this abode... And this afternoon? A bird. Suddenly fluttering room to room. It went down into the entryway and I tip toes bravely down also and opened the front door in invitation to exit. Naw. It pooped on the wall, flew up stairs and parked on the ceiling fan. No, I didn't turn on the switch. Didn't think of it. I did open the backdoor, hoot like an owl... and Good bye. Now I hope that is the end of all nonsense. Enough rain for right now. And no more criters, creeping, crawling or flying. I have spoken.
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