Sunday, June 13, 2010

At least it's on the backside...

By the time the storm was over last night, it was far too dark for photos. I couldn't even see how high up the tree had snapped off, so it was a relief to see it was really just the top thirty foot or so. Madeleine's windows are both blocked... as she's a teenager and prone to sleeping till noon anyway, she prolly won't consider this an inconvenience, unless she's developed a claustrophobic streak since her days of hiding in the kitchen cabinets with the cat...
the beginning...

and the end result...isn't it fabulous?
Getting a tree service out here to haul this mess away is a priority. It seems there were 'residents' in yon tree...noisy, scrabbly squirrels, whom I now consider to be squatters, and if they keep playing their noisy, scrabbly mating games on my roof...
well, let's just say I'll be making biscuits and calling mom for grandpa's squirrel gravy recipe. The dog loves biscuits and gravy!

This last photo goes out to lil' friend Su... oh, and Mom, who claims to have forgotten what I look like (you just saw me three years ago...geez!) This was date night, third Sunday of May, and I got stood up by Susan so she could work... for money... instead of coming out with moi. Will had come out to the haus to give me, at my request, "Katie Perry hair", and boy, howdy, did he evah. This photo was taken after a three pub crawl, an ill-fated game of pool, and the longest round of darts known to man, in which Croucher remains the victor. The flower behind the ear is now an affectation of mine... I plan to spend all summer looking like either a.)a displaced parrot-head, or b.)a post-apocalyptic flower child. It's a win-win either way. Nobody bothers the kooky chick with the fake flora pinned to her head.
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