Friday, June 20, 2008

Silver Springs

Fleetwood Mac - Silver Spring

104 in town yesterday and we hit 97 in the shade at the little cottage by the creek in the redwoods. Supposed to be even hotter Friday, Saturday, and (oh joy) Sunday and not start to cool off until Monday. Sunday is the Open House. Fork. Too forking hot to clean in the daytime. Had the house all bundled up so it was nice and comfy inside when I got up. After I had been up about 10 minutes, a forking real estate agent showed up at my door (with his client in tow, of course) not having bothered to call for an appointment (as the listing clearly states in addition to the shown by appointment only do not disturb occupant sign hanging from the for sale sign out front) wanting to show the house. After getting 15 minutes, I quickly threw open all the shutters, drapes, and windows, turned on all the lights, made the bed, opened the sliders, lit the candles, got Token and Goldie secured next door, grabbed the garbage and scurried out. Forking lookie loos - not even here 10 minutes and by the time I got everything closed back up again, it was almost 90 inside. I had both fans blowing but it was too late - the hot was inside. Sigh.


  1. 'First thing we'll do, let's kill all the realtors'


  2. SPEW! thanks db - ya got me laughing on a very non-laughable day