Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo finds himself standing around and kicking his heels today while waiting for the construction guy to show up. For those of you who have followed the saga of the Port Swiller Manor renovations, the basement (specifically, the Eldest’s bedroom) is flooding again owing to the melt from Snowzilla, so once more the fellah needs to come out and find the leak. This is his third or fourth attempt. So far, he’s tried to fix it from the outside but I think he’s probably going to have to face the fact this time that he’s got to re-excavate part of the inside wall. I know he’s trying to save himself labor and supply costs (I have no intention of paying for this repair), but enough is enough.
Anyhoo, I noticed this rayther aesthetically pleasing scene of kitteh and rose so I thought I would share it over the decanter. The kitteh is Fiona, a very quiet and self-contained animal but quite friendly in her own way and capable of some very crazy fits. The rose is the double-knockout that usually lives at the top of the porch stairs out back. That’s probably the sunniest window in the house during winter, but as you can see, the plant has got quite gangly trying to soak up the rays. Better than freezing to death outside like the last one, however.
By the way, who do you guys like for “L”? Personally, I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of watching Manning miss it by thaaaat much over the years, but as this is his last game and I kinda like the Broncs anyway, I’m going with them. Anyway, my brother in North Carolina would rightly tag me as a band-wagoner if I suddenly started rooting for the Panthers, plus that Cam Newton guy, undoubtedly a very gifted young QB, has been making jackass comments lately.