

I got bit by a dog on Friday. Every time something like that happens I decide I'm really going to change jobs. Dad and I were delivering a portable storage building and the customer's dog ran up and bit me on the behind. I whirled around and shouted, "He just bit me on the butt!!!". The owner simply smirked and walked away, putting the dog in another area. His wife only buried her head in her hands and later disappeared. I was so angry! He never apologized. In fact, he never uttered another word to me. I'm going to make sure there is a note in the lease/rent to own file indicating that there is a biting dog in the yard, as a courtesy to the poor chap who has to go reposses it in a few months. If I had had something in my hand, the dog would have been lying on the ground.
Today, a few of us climbed up in the attic of the church and repaired the air conditioning ducts that had been crushed or filled with squirrel or rats nests. Now, we'll be able to have insulation installed and thus reduce our electricity and gas bills. It was so very hot up there, but we were able to get it done. Our clothes were soaked through and through. We have some really great guys who are willing to roll up their sleeves do whatever it takes to get the job done. We had a great time, in spite of the unbearable conditions.

Tonight, after a brief swim, I made plum jam and Jennifer cooked up a delicious squash and zucchini casserole of sorts. Now, we're just relaxing around the house and I'm catching up on your blogs.