It's been damn cold. The windstorm and rains ripped apart the plastic that was supposed to keep out the elements. Oh well. I spent the morning raking and sweeping the front yard. Woke up early and drove to the house to do it too. Damn neighborhood pride. It was a mess in the entire neighborhood. But by the time I checked into the house again after work, most houses in the neighborhood had been cleaned up. That was fast! Great to know most people care. But a little laziness on their part would allow me to be slightly lax about the whole meticulous front yard thing. Especially since I'm the only one within a half mile radius that doesn't pay a gardener. I skipped the backyard. It's all about appearances.
And I still have this to clean up in the near future. Aie ya!
Where did the shower go? All empty.
Where did the floor go?
Hello Andrew Graper from 12-28-1989. Googled the name and this is what I found out:
Madre Hills Drywall - Andrew Graper, Owner
Established 1984, no job too big or small, free estimates, references
Every Christmas Eve, he goes up to the mountains, brings back a truckload of snow, and builds a snowman somewhere in Sierra Madre. Here's a picture of him in 2002. He's the guy in the green jacket.
The bathtub caught the sink and toilet showering together, and is now confronting them in a jealous rage. Loud nearly incoherent screams about the unholy relationship ensue. The washer and dryer look on silently, unable to tear their eyes away, scarred for life and wishing to block out the entire scene from their minds.
Metal studs in the wall. Still shiny after all these years. Thanks to Mr Graper of Madre Hills Drywall in 1989.
What's left of the shower. The tub is holding this as evidence against the sink in it's divorce proceedings- seeking full custody of the washer and dryer.
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