Mundane, but read on!

Sporty the no wonder dog

Lets talk about the mundane.  The very, very mundane, house cleaning.  This too can be more difficult in Abaco.  My dog Sporty, who is still pissed that I rescued “Lucky” the wonder dog (see old blog) decided to do a colon cleanse in the dining room last night.  I imagine this would have been around three A.M.  You see, Sport is now very paranoid of going outside to be mauled by Lucky.  Lucky is not mean just damn happy to be alive and demonstrates that attitude 24/7.

House cleaning doesn’t come naturally.   It is developed through years of trial and error.   Why not hire someone you’re thinking.   Well I consider it an invasion of privacy and a skill that I should master before I pay someone else to do it.  Early this morning I did the primary clean up…paper towels, lysol, formula 409, tooth brush (I guess I should buy a new one).  My plan was to vacuum and mop (I found out a couple of months ago you have to do it in that order) after work.    This afternoon of course the water is now turned off.  This is a daily occurence in Treasure Cay and yes, I did pay my bill.  So until the water utility people get off their three hour lunch break (thank god its not a government job) I will blog until I am no longer pissed off.

It could be worse.  The ambulance crews I used to work with had to clean much worse environmental hazards from the backs of their units on a daily basis.  This is something for you to think about the next time you call an ambulance for your stubbed toe.

At least I live in paradise, but paradise is not perfect or it would be heaven and I would be dead.  That is unless I convert to Buddhism. Then I would be reincarnated as a promiscuous dolphin.  Thank you for your indulgence.  I should have gone to Lincoln park with Roddy or diving with Sarah.