Rich asked me to come into the sunroom this afternoon to demonstrate the new exhaust fan installation. It has a thermostat and a remote control. Wow. Then he asked me to come outside to see the outside vent (with flapperdoodles that flap when it's exhausting air. Neat.)
Bebop _really_ wanted to go along. "Please? Please Mom? Dad? There aren't any fleas out there! Really! And if there are, I won't walk in them. Honest!"
So we said Oh-kay. Then, there we were, outside... I had my Lands End booties on; Rich had shoes and a jacket. And Bebop was on the other side of the garden. I said "Um..." and Rich said "I guess I could stay out here and supervise, seeing that it was mostly my idea".
So Rich stayed in the yard for about half an hour, weeding and such. Bebop sat on the park bench, master of all he surveyed. And Raven (as I noticed later) sat in the screen porch, watching Rich and Bebop with wide-eyed intent. (Oooh. How come he's out there?)
Yard Duty - posted by Vicki at Sun, 09 May, 23:07 Pacific
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