Day Two

Action Item: Get new guards for clippers.

I slipped up today. I forgot to take the trash out before our third open house in four weeks. Not a huge deal, but there are some details that I just didn't notice with the Housing Project Manager on sabbatical for a month. On the bright side, I did remember to flush all of the toilets this time, tho.

If any of my neighbors read this, thanks for throwing a party every single time we have an open house. I would like to meet each of you folks who rarely lurk around the cul-de-sac, but seem to think that the sign in my front yard indicating potential home buyers will be on the street for two hours every other week means that it's cool to open up your storage unit of a garage for the first time this year, have three cases of Bud Light and a few friends over, or the best time let the feral cats breed on your front porch. Classy.

There are two parties I would like to thank. First, my in-laws. I have a huge family in Austin and they are constantly imploring that I participate in their outings and prepare food for me to eat for several days. That's good because my dinner on Friday consisted of the better part of a box of low-fat Cheez-Its and grapefruit juice. Second, I owe Emily a huge thanks for my dead car battery. I'm driving her car so much that I'm pretty sure mine will not run by the time she returns. Life just plain isn't worth living without cruise control.

Most of day three was spent with family swimming in a salt water pool or talking housing foundations in East Travis Heights. We listened to 24 Bonnie Raitt tunes among many other favorites, including a Herby Hancock song from his key-tar phase. Other highlights included reading Parade for the first time in at least six year and the lake house turned dog park.