You know you have no life when your week’s excitement is getting
your house powerwashed. We’re getting it painted next week, so
this is an important step - especially since here in the
rainforest, the house also has to be treated to kill the mold on
the wood. In learning the wonders of home ownership and painting,
we discovered that if you do not make sure to kill the mold before
painting, the stuff survives under the paint and burrows into the
wood over time. Yech.

So, Tuesday was powerwashing day. My dogs couldn’t figure out what
the heck was going on. One of them, a 1-year, 1-month-old girl
named Piyomi, decided the house was most certainly under attack.
When she’s worked up she doesn’t just bark. It’s hard to
describe… something like, “Woof! Woof! Woof! ArrroOOoooOOoooOO!
ArrroOOoooOOoooOO!” Her whole front end bounces up and down like
half of her is on a pogo stick. It’s pretty funny when someone
else in the house isn’t trying to sleep!

More fun is that when the house is actually painted, I won’t be
here. I’ll be down in California teaching a class. This means I’ll
probably come home to a house that I’d drive right past thinking
it was someone else’s place.

Ah, modern life.

Digitally Yours, 
Dee-Ann LeBlanc