|Yes, I know it's a very dark picture. I said 'let there be walls', not 'let there be light'. I shoulda said both.|
Walls, walls everywhere's a wall.
Here, there and in the hall
unpainted still, but very tall
screwed in tight so they don't fall
can't you hear me y'all?
listen up and hear my calls
I'm up to my balls in walls
(and it feels good)
Not only have my drywall guys finished their job, but nobody's lost any body parts for over a week!
Now the baseboard heating can go in and be hooked up to the new furnace that's been waiting for days.
And then Lo! There will be heat. But there will be no post titled "Let there be heat". Let's be honest; these posts aren't very funny, and this blog hasn't been much fun since Irene gave us a bath. (Flood joke, still not funny)
So it's time to resurrect the funny. I while ago I promised pages from a book I finished last summer, mostly so I could just throw those up here quickly and get back to wiring/tiling/plastering/painting. I immediately ran into problems transferring the layout from its PDF format to Blogger. I could get the prose in easily enough, but the color-coded text boxes (packed to their little lids with humor, I promise) would not translate. I tried using my new Mac to take pictures of entire pages, which it did, but they would not digitally transfer over here. Nothing's been easy lately, my friends.
With my main focus on making my house livable by
Tomorrow: the first installment and (probably not too) eagerly awaited world premier of (drumroll please...)
What if God is Cheating on Us?