Strangers In the Night...

Living a hundred or so miles directly north of White Sands Nuclear Testing Grounds and about 3 hrs NW of Roswell, the image above shouldn't be any surprise at all. Please let me know if it is. I caught 'em tonight--the night of the 'biggest moon of the year'. I'm holding back being an English/Science teacher on that quotation. Barely.

Well, I've had to call in the hounds. I'm not sure I want to go into all the gory details about what this week has been like, since I already identified last week as the one being its own particular circle of hell; I'm kind of at a loss as to what possibly describe this week. Comin' to Jesus sounds about right....

Massive aggravation, pure fury and a double dose of meds while horizontally prepared to crash on the air mattress is the most concise I can manage. (I know many of you are more than doubly thankful for that. Bite me!) Actually, I think Jesus would've handled this week's news with less patience than I did, but that's only 'cause I know that that 10th Circle of Hell I survived is a wave pool in the Sahara compared to what wrath shall be wrought from me by mid-week next week. Let's rename it a "Comin' to Ms Murphy" meeting, shall we? (The few handpicked and highly favored students of mine who have the web address for my blog will be flinching when they read that rephrasal, huh, Girls?)

I've not been getting the work or progress I've been paying for. Rex has been told by me, Norbert, and today by Leslie the Broker and even (second hand) from the loan officer. Funny how much work got done today once the phone calls had bounced off the satellites and hit Rex's phone and ear. I am now able to say that about 100 block have been laid, but it only means that the whole place has been brought up to level and is now at grade throughout. Two hundred block will be brought up here manana and put in place. Three hundred will be laid, gratis, by mid-week next week. There's 4K block ordered to build this house. No. That is NOT a sincere smile on my mug. It's one of supressed anger, or gas, and I'm not tellin' y'all which one it is.

The septic system will be fixed per Idiot Boy from the State's Environment Dept.'s instructions and should be able to be signed off on. I just need to call IB and let him know we've done as he asked. He "may or may not make it up" here to re-inspect it after I've called to say it's fini (nod, nod, wink, wink, know what I mean?) Sheesh. Who would tell a bugged-beyond-words home owner-builder THAT??

The fireplace footing has been installed, too, btw.

If the walls ain't 40% built by the end of next week, there ain't no money, no how, for Rex. And, yes, I told him that. The bank can't, or won't, justify me getting 40% of the money drawn out when there's only 15% of it done. And I don't blame them!

Now can you see why I have such strange visitors up here?

Manana, manana, manana.