Yes, I am still (theoretically) blogging. No, I have not forgotten the password.
Unfortunately, our lives have been consumed by other things of late. See, we have a house in Tulsa. It has been rented for the past 6 years. The last tenants were a bunch of drunken pot heads college kids who had no regard for the sapce in which they lived. I’ll just hit a few of the highlights for you… After a massive hail storm that damaged the roof so badly that the leak went through two stories and ruined the flooring on the ground level, it took them two months after the storm to report the leak. Seems they thought it would dry up. During what must have been one hell of a party, they shattered the upstairs bath tub with a bowling ball. They had a dog (that wasn’t approved in the lease) that chewed up walls, doors, and carpet. They broke their lease and their parting gifts to us, in addition to their previous gift of fabulous upkeep, included such awesome things as a refrigerator full of rotting food (no maggots, thank God!), a fry daddy full of rancid oil, and a lovingly used blue bong hookah.*
Tired of renting the albatros, we’ve decided to sell the place. Since mid January, we have been consumed by the Tulsa house, and said consumption shall continue until it is all prettied up again. We hope to have the remodel completed and the pig fully lipsticked by mid March. Wish us luck. Until then it seems that I, like one of my former tenants (at least according to the large pile of notices left in his closet), will continue to be on notice for excessive absences. But I will be back. I promise.
PS… anybody know if a good coat of kilz will take care of the lingering aroma of weed? I swear, it smells like woodstock in there.
*Despite clearly being a child of the 60’s, my property manager vehemently insisted that the glass pipe device was a hookah and not a bong. She was totally offended when I suggested that it might be the latter, though, according to the wiki, a hookah can be used for cannabis, so I suppose said property manager might technically have been correct. But I prefer to call ’em like I see ’em, and it was not a hookah. Case closed.