It was about a week ago that I finally settled onto the couch at about 9:30pm after a long day of mom-life. Imagine my surprise when, seconds later, a bat fluttered into the room to join us. What followed would best be described as a flurry of profanity-laced activity.
We thought we had trapped the bat in the library, but then couldn’t find it. Surely it hadn’t escaped… it must just be hiding. So, off I went to bed and Lance stayed up to keep watch.
-11:00- I turn out the light
-11:15- I wake to hear my dog sniffing the door. I open my eyes. The bat is flying above my head
-11:16- What follows could best be described as a second flurry of profanity-laced activity and ended with this quote by Lance (racquetball racquet in-hand):
“I got him! But… DON’T MOVE.”
Next we move on to a sweeter side of nature:
There is a cute little bird’s nest in one of the ferns hanging on my porch. A little mamma sparrow has chosen my Costco fern as a place to birth her family.
This week’s house projects involved tackling painting the rear of the house. We are close to getting it done (Dad and I). Lance’s weekend project was venting the dryer out of the attic, which is pretty boring, but very practical. I did not photograph his achievement. I’ll leave it to the imagination.
As we are closing in on the completion of our Victorian House Painting Adventure, I can say I am glad for many reasons that we are doing it all ourselves, but also can say that I DON’T want to do it again!!!!! It has been a beast of a project!