The visit from the code police really spurred Howard to clean things up. The many sheds that had been lying in pieces since September have been reassembled. In their place lie the many pieces of the children's clubhouse that he says wants to get rid of. We'll see. I mentioned stacks of plastic containers along one side of the house. In those are seven years worth of records from a failed medical billing company. I'm not exactly sure what his plan was, but apparently the shredder exploded from strain. Next, he soaked the documents in water. Perhaps he thought they would disintegrate. They didn't. Instead they hardened into blocks. So last night, he tried to shred them with his weed whacker. Confetti flew like snow all over the yard, but the mighty weed whacker was not up to the task. It now lies alongside stacks of paper and the remains of the clubhouse.
From one mess to the next.
From one mess to the next.
3 comments:
Wow. I'm so glad I don't have any neighbors. (Unless you count the cows;)
You've got to ask him why he soaked them in water. Inquiring minds want to know.
I loved the story but what intrigued me is the title. I think it should be the name of your next book.
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