Sooner or Later…

Well the trip is not quite as flying as planned.  Turn around time was good and Dh should have been home about 7ish last night.  But, about an hour into the trip he noticed the truck not handling quite right and looking back saw black smoke coming from a rear wheel-well.  Seven hours later found him at his sister’s house trying to determine what was causing the problem.  The only thing that can be figured is that everything expanded when he braked–wheel cylinder & brakes–but didn’t return.

So the car is driving home, but the truck and trailer are staying in Illinois.  Dh’s bil will try to fix it, then somehow we will have to get everything back to Arkansas.  Seems like we are running hard just to stay in place.

So whilst he has been gone I’ve been working on more flea control.  Redid the floors, but this time sprayed with a product that is supposed to contain a life cycle inhibitor.  The floors look great, behind the furniture is cleaner than the kitchen, but it is getting old.  Mopping and vacuuming everyday…not my idea of fun.  But then neither is being eaten by fleas.

As for the household flying:  The good side is that I’m down to half a kitchen and a small breakfast nook–known here as the computer room.  Then once more circle through to get inside dressers and closets and *most* of the sorting & pitching inside the house will be finished.  Must find time to do the basement that Nikos has claimed as a bedroom.  This 17 yo’s idea of clean & tidy isn’t quite the same as his mother’s.

The backyard is coming along but yardwork is getting ready to move to mornings.  The mosquitoes are so bad by 7 o’clock it is impossible to stay outside, even when drenched in Deep Woods Off or any other marketed product.  Natural repellents are worse.  Every time the doors are open a whole flock swarms in and we get the infamous nightly mosquito hunt & human sacrifice. 

Let’s not discuss the frontyard.  The nicest lawn ornament is Dh’s 1956 Buick Special. Fil decided not to wait until death to pass it along so it is now dh’s toy.  It is usually in the garage, but was taken out for an airing on the 4th.  Soon it will have to be tucked away, seems that there’s a regular run on mischief in town and we don’t want anyone to get ideas.

So somewhere someone is flying, but it doesn’t seem to be  us.