Drywall, Wet Grass, and Ferret Freaks

We got some much needed rain today . . .it was humid and muggy out though, which I hate. Today both of us overslept because the alarm didn't go off, plus we had the air conditioner on, which meant we had to close our door, which meant that Thomas couldn't come in and wake us up as usual (he gets his medicine . . .and then treats . . .at 6:30 every morning).

My colleague and friend Karl "Senor" Andresen came over this morning, and we got set to work sheetrocking the new room. If you are good at geometry, like jigsaw puzzles, and enjoy being covered in a fine white anthrax-like powder all day, then drywall might be for you!

I enjoy very much working with Senor, as he is both very patient, and a great teacher--not to mention he is an artist with sheetrock and "mud." When Violette Hardware Store down the street didn't have the right bit I needed for my drill, Andy, the manager, let me borrow the company's very own drywall drill, citing the "good neighbor policy." That is one of the many reasons we enjoy living in Maine so much--where else would a construction company let you borrow their own tools for free when they could try to sell you something else.

The sheetrock is all hung, and tomorrow will be a mudding and taping day. This little room is keeping me busy this summer, that's for sure. Thomas was kind of a pain the butt today though, as he was in and out like a fiddler's elbow (props to Nana Courtney for that one) and was constantly trekking fine white dust into the house. However, as you can see from the photo, he has found a new favorite space in the garage, where he can dream about paddling the mighty Kennebec . . .

On a final, bizarre note, Amanda and I watched tonight this program on PBS about Ferrets and Ferret owners. These people are not right!! I can't write it to explain it and do it justice, but you have to understand these eccentric individuals, who may have 20 ferrets at once--they are obsessed. One woman "kicked" her family out of the first floor of their house, and moved everything upstairs, so she could let her little ferrets have the first floor. We can't see the logic in owning 20 + things that thrive on getting into your crap and exploring the nooks and crevices of your house and crawl around in heating ducts and the like. These things are essentially rodents, aren't they? One of the weirdos spends her time producing records featuring ferret songs she's written, and another idiot teaches her ferrets sign language. I wonder is she realizes FERRETS DONT HAVE HANDS.

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