DLand - How Many Horsies You Got On That Deck?

"Life is too short to walk behind a 3.5 horsepower lawnmower. Not when there are 6 horsepower mowers out there."- my father

I am constantly amazed at the crap that my parents put up with as landlords in this quiet little town. If people can barely pay the rent and don't own a mower, are you supposed to demand they purchase a mower? Do you loan them one and then watch it go to pieces because they don't understand to put oil in it? Do you mow the lawn for them and then charge them for it (remember that part about them barely affording the place)? Bah. My father has earned a room with a view in heaven.

Most of today was spent dripping in sweat. I moved some stuff to the new place and helped Daddy with some repairs before the occupancy inspection on Tuesday. I found out today I can fit my hand all the way in a garbage disposal. Yay. Wonder if I can put that on a resume? I also learned all about my air handling system and the plumbing in my bathroom. It was quite an evening.

If I play my cards right, I get to install a new garbage disposal tomorrow and evict some birds out of my kitchen exhaust vent. That and make a space for the Uber-Fridge of Doom (tm) if at all possible.

And by the way, my mother kept calling it a six cylinder mower. Isn't she cute?

DLand - Supermodel vs. Supermonkey

Yes, I locked my diary last night. Yes, it was irrational. I was being weird. Sue me. So enough of me being a weirdo ... This is a No Weird Zone (tm). There's this gal that we might hire. Maybe. If we can afford her. And the moons are aligned. Just part time for now. But having the extra help would make me Extremely Happy.

Dan has the hots for her, I think. He said he wants to hire more babes to work here (yes, apparently I am chopped monkey liver). But how can I compete with the supermodel of interlibrary loan? So Bossman and I are talking about it and how she could work part time and that she might like to work flexible hours. She has a fairly young baby (that makes her a babe with a babe, I suppose) so the schedule would be good for her. And she could work from home.

Bossman says he could fly her out for a week and I could train her. I said she might not want to be gone from her kid that long. He wondered how old a kid had to be before you could "put it in a box and leave it for a week." Ain't he great? So I was trying to explain that she's kind of a hippie woman so maybe she would not want to leave her spawn so soon or she might be breast feeding and all that crap (all that crap meant with the utmost respect for mother-infant bonding - I was just babbling at that point). He looked at me strangely.

Bossman: "Hippy?"

Me: "I dunno. Maybe she wants to snuggle her baby all the time or something."

Bossman: "OH! Hippie!"

Me: "No, I was not talking about her body. I was talking about the fact she may have named her kid Moonbeam. She doesn't even work here yet and you're already sexually harassing her."

Bossman: "I was wondering what flying out here had to do with her hips. I must have been talking to Dan too much today."

Me: "Well, she is the supermodel of interlibrary loan."

DLand - Freckle Girl

What an absolutely gorgeous day. There has to be something therapeutic about riding around in a convertible on a day like this. Bossman asked what sounded good and far away for lunch. We thought about driving to Busch Gardens, but thought better of it and opted for Lynhaven's Olive Garden instead. He took the back way and I just sat back and listened to the radio and hung my arm out the side of the car in the wind and soaked up the vitamin D. Best lunch ever. I think I have about 100 new freckles just from this little adventure. And I'm a lot more rosey than I was this morning. I managed to not pink up too much, though. Bossman said I either need to go out in the sun a lot more or never again. I don't tan - I freckle.

So the world is going okay. Far from perfect, but still pretty okay. I think I'll go stick my feet in the sand this evening on my beach.