There are three things about the South that I’m a huge fan of . . .
1. Sweet Tea 2. Sonic 3. Waffle House
I have endulged in all three many times this week.
Today was a quick run to the land of milk and honey (Lowe’s), and then off to work. We’re at the end of our project here, and now we’re just kind of working on a final “punch list” . . . finding little tasks that need to be completed. One of those “little tasks” was discovered after the inaugural use of the toilet that Lee had installed the day before. That little task: connect the house to the sewer line. Luckily, it was only #1 flowing out the side of the house. It could have been worse. We noticed the issue in time.
The girls have done a great (albeit somewhat neurotic) job of touching up the paint . . . the place looks great. Today, we finished installing all of the interior and exterior light fixtures, put in the smoke detectors, wired the doorbell, connected the cable TV wall-jacks, and discovered that the house was wired with Cat-5 cable instead of phone-wire. We’re still trying to figure out why an 87 year old woman needs hard-wired data lines, and no phone line . . . maybe she’s a Vonage customer.
We realized that our list of jobs was coming to an end, so we decided to knock off early and head to Sonic (one of the fab 3) for some ice cream. When we got back, we were one of the first groups here, so we all got hot showers. That was the second good call of the day.
After a shower, I was talked into driving a van-load to the beach . . . so I ended up getting to see the Gulf of Mexico, which was nice. Dinner tonight was a shrimp feast . . . very good . . . but I’ve decided that pull-and-eat shrimp is entirely too much work.
Tomorrow is our last day, and we’re heading out on Saturday morning. I’ll try to post one more time before we take off.
-MH
March 9, 2009 at 12:22 am
My folks really enjoyed having you visit. We have such rich memories of spending lots of time with you when you were very little, and they enjoyed connecting with you all grown up.
By the way, I married a cheese head. Dave is from northern Illinois, but went to school at UW Madison. He doesn’t really care a whole lot about the Packers, though.