The house we’re presently renting is theirs, and they’ve dropped by during their vacation in order to do a few minor repairs. Now just to be clear, it’s not like we’ve been slouches in the home maintenance department. Between us, Don and I have managed to hang a number of pictures, put up several coat hooks (some of which are still in place), and stopped the squeak in the garage door by the careful application of 3-in-One oil.
The “home maintenance” that Mike and Laura are planning, however, includes replacing an entire bathroom. And that’s for tomorrow. God knows what they have in mind for the rest of the week.
But that’s just the kind of people they are: capable, self reliant, and hateful.
Of course, when you live in a place like Fort McMurray, I guess you learn to do a lot of things for yourself. Part of the year it’s so cold it can freeze skin, and the rest of the year it’s winter. You can’t just wait around for the next Hudson Bay trader to come by with a wagon load of supplies.
Anyhow, the point is, for the next week I won’t have much time for posting or commenting since I’ll be busy looking at Mike in astonishment and asking, “You want me to do what?!”
So rather than suddenly going silent in the blogoverse, I’m just leaving this post to say:
“PLEASE DEAR GOD YOU’VE GOT TO FIND A WAY TO GET ME OUT OF HERE!”