All in a day at the Maki House....

.... so I need to have my camera ready, at all times, or I miss it, just barely.

So "Commander Data" (thats my old boss' name for me when I worked in Texas hating my existence) was at the Mapp house doing some painting and general tweaking to the establishment. These included examining the well pump and casing for signs of contamination and methods to get bleach in there for a thorough flushing and finishing painting Laurens sweet new RED room.
Now realize that this whole room used to be aqua green before we put that primer grey on there. I swear that edging all the sills and door frames takes forever. Lauren was able to pick her own color for her room at the hardware store. Sweet choice. This reminds me of Dan's apartment in Lincoln when he tried to break every rule on the lease.

The Illness!

At some point in the evening Garrett arrived and brought some more stuff to shuffle in. This is where I come to terms with a Murphy living in the neighborhood. Obviously he deals in Law. Actually it starts the evening before, when I warn G about the dog dish in the dark of night, and then he steps on the edge of it soaking his whole right pant leg. I cry laughing like the asshole that I am.

The first load of gear comes in, but the new badass lightbulbs dont. They sit broken and shattered outside by the pickup door. And after mentioning we should clean it up before Zambi steps on it, guess who is sitting on the shards?

We paint and take a well deserved beer/porch/pellet gun break for the sunset moonrise overlooking No Business peak and plink and watch the clouds rumble past. At this point something weird happens again. A friend arrives and yawns repeatedly at our lack of interestingness:

I bet he weighs a maximum of 15 lbs. We think he may live under the porch. Luckily the Zambinator was sleeping.

We head back inside and break some more lightbulbs, and one that G changed has completely popped the glass off. Why nobody will ever know. Not knowing whether the power is on or off now G ends up welding the little wire jobbies to the tip of his circuit tester. Check, its on.

Before the night and weirdness is over we examine the well pump in the basement:

This little guy and his extended family might give reason to the light contamination of the well. Lets just say he was promptly removed with some light serenading, wine, biscuits, and chortling. After all that he still whined and defecated in my hand.

"Meanwhile, back at the ranch" has new meaning now. Be careful....