Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Sunday. "Funday?"
Dear Reader,
For those of you who may be wondering how things are going at Highlands Bangor, you will be delighted to know that our crop of itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot strawberries is ripening. At least, those that survive mowing. In fact, wild strawberries constitute a substantial portion of what some would call our "lawn".
Today, in an attempt to take back said lawn, Fenchurch started up the mower (which required more than two pulls on the starter despite the guarantees painted on the side of the mower). The mower protested that it was neither a scythe nor a weed whacker and it did not like to do this kind of work. Given that mowers don't speak, you may well wonder how it communicated these opinions to Fenchurch. Principally by clogging, choking and dying every second row. During the quiet interludes when Fenchurch was cajoling the mower back to mowing, Butterface's roooooo of hopeless despair could be heard from the house. She was alone. Alone! And it was dinner time.... and there was NO DINNER. She was in the dinner room.... at dinner time..... but, no dinner......so alone....ROOOOOOO.
All in all, it was a sad hour for the strawberries, the mower, Fenchurch and Butterface.
And during this time of suffering, where were Zaphod and Trillian? Naturally they were doing what all child-free parents on a weekend away do - they were shopping for bargains on planers and dust collection systems.
In fact, these last several weeks have been a period of prioritizing, re-prioritizing, figuring out and shopping for light fixtures. Fenchurch has been grateful to have the company and help of Runi who planted a garden for the little people, cleaned many things, helped Zaphod demo and fix and fish wires through walls, and loved on Butterface, the demanding, entitled, chowhound. And at the end of it all, she promised to come back in 6 months - mostly because her tickets are non-refundable.
More about our next big project coming soon.
From,
Fenchurch
For those of you who may be wondering how things are going at Highlands Bangor, you will be delighted to know that our crop of itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot strawberries is ripening. At least, those that survive mowing. In fact, wild strawberries constitute a substantial portion of what some would call our "lawn".
Today, in an attempt to take back said lawn, Fenchurch started up the mower (which required more than two pulls on the starter despite the guarantees painted on the side of the mower). The mower protested that it was neither a scythe nor a weed whacker and it did not like to do this kind of work. Given that mowers don't speak, you may well wonder how it communicated these opinions to Fenchurch. Principally by clogging, choking and dying every second row. During the quiet interludes when Fenchurch was cajoling the mower back to mowing, Butterface's roooooo of hopeless despair could be heard from the house. She was alone. Alone! And it was dinner time.... and there was NO DINNER. She was in the dinner room.... at dinner time..... but, no dinner......so alone....ROOOOOOO.
All in all, it was a sad hour for the strawberries, the mower, Fenchurch and Butterface.
And during this time of suffering, where were Zaphod and Trillian? Naturally they were doing what all child-free parents on a weekend away do - they were shopping for bargains on planers and dust collection systems.
In fact, these last several weeks have been a period of prioritizing, re-prioritizing, figuring out and shopping for light fixtures. Fenchurch has been grateful to have the company and help of Runi who planted a garden for the little people, cleaned many things, helped Zaphod demo and fix and fish wires through walls, and loved on Butterface, the demanding, entitled, chowhound. And at the end of it all, she promised to come back in 6 months - mostly because her tickets are non-refundable.
More about our next big project coming soon.
From,
Fenchurch
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Thursday, June 1, 2017
The Ruler of the Universe Is Coming!!
Tonight is the long awaited arrival of Fenchurch's friend The Ruler of the Universe (henceforth Runi, to save typing).
Fenchurch has prepared the guest room by press-ganging Zaphod into moving totes. Zaphod loves moving totes. His witty comment of the day was, "A 6,000 square foot house and there's never anywhere to put things." As usual, he triumphed in the face of bitter hardship and insufficient closet space. Butterface approves the result.
And in response to feedback from previous visitors who declared themselves "always lost in your house", Fenchurch has added helpful labels around the house.
Fenchurch has prepared the guest room by press-ganging Zaphod into moving totes. Zaphod loves moving totes. His witty comment of the day was, "A 6,000 square foot house and there's never anywhere to put things." As usual, he triumphed in the face of bitter hardship and insufficient closet space. Butterface approves the result.
And in response to feedback from previous visitors who declared themselves "always lost in your house", Fenchurch has added helpful labels around the house.
She's almost here!
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
The May Recap
May has been a month full of hard work and discovery here at Highlands Bangor.
The city came to take away our brush piles.
A friend of Fenchurch's came to help take down the family room ceiling.
This eventually led to the discovery of our "art" brick walls.
We discovered what a ton of plaster debris looks like and costs to dispose of.
A bird discovered that it could fly down the chimney but not back up.
On a trip to Zaphod's parents, Butterface discovered driving at 45 mph is much less effort than running at 45 mph.
Violets have been found in a decrepit planting barrel. (To make up for the countless forget-me-nots heartlessly mown down.)
Sunday, April 23, 2017
The Bucket of Fenchurch
Fenchurch loves 5 gallon buckets. They are so convenient.
You can fill them with cast iron to take downstairs.
You can fill them with plaster to take upstairs.
You can fill them with water for mopping or trash for trashing.
They come in bright colors.
Also -
Fenchurch is an opportunist and tomorrow is brush collection day in Bangor. So if you're trying to find us, listen for the sound of the city chipper. I think they are going to be at our house for a while...
You can fill them with cast iron to take downstairs.
You can fill them with plaster to take upstairs.
You can fill them with water for mopping or trash for trashing.
They come in bright colors.
Also -
Fenchurch is an opportunist and tomorrow is brush collection day in Bangor. So if you're trying to find us, listen for the sound of the city chipper. I think they are going to be at our house for a while...
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