He's freaked and biting. I've got a headache. The Mister is out in the yard hacking at something with an axe over and over and over in a way that I am trying to convince myself does not remind me of "The Shining".
The walls and floors are vibrating. Drywall dust is flying. I think that the whole lot of us are about to go insane! I want my house back! You know those makeover shows on TV where a huge crew of people show up and send the family living in the house on a glamorous vacation so that they can later return and ooh! and ahh! over the perfectly clean and organized after of it all? Yeah, right.
Just because the timing seems right, I'm including a little short film that the Mister and I made from still shots one Halloween night with our mannequin boy, Jack in tribute to "The Shining".
Just picture "Renovation" written backwards instead of "Redrum" and you'll have an accurate picture of today at the ranch. I'm pretty sure that the cleanup of drywall dust after the worker leaves will be a lot like that scene from the film where Jack chases young Danny through the shrubbery maze in the snow with very, very ill intent. May the good Lord (and the shop vac) have mercy on our souls.
Until next time,
x's and o's,