Spring comes to Tiny House

A New Season Crashes into Tiny House

Spring fell upon us in a brash manner and appears all too willing to cede its turn to Summer. We are looking at scraping the 90s this weekend and are in fact, nearly there. Tiny House remains relatively cool thanks to tile floors and ceiling fans. I dread the day I have to turn the air-conditioning on, probably as much as the electric company reverse the onset of high temps. The hum of the coolers on the houses is the sound of money flowing into their pockets. There is no choice for us with the pups. Long furred dogs cooped up in the house need the cooling and I do not begrudge them the comfort. Daughter o' Phos files expenses for her dog under entertainment and rightly so. Dogs provide a pleasant distraction, though on their own terms and often at the least opportune moment. The fact you just fell asleep carries no weight with them when they want to play.

Roses Amongst the Frost

We had a rough frost, for here and many of the neighborhood trees and plants succumbed to the rime. I fear for the lemon stick and the rose bush, but both appear to have recovered admirably, the rose serenading us with blooms for our concern. I often think about planting another to keep it company, but have yet to develop the energy to do so.

HoHum

There is a certain comfort in knowing what the day will bring. Every weekend I clean the house. I cleaned the house last weekend, will clean it this weekend, and know exactly what I will be doing nest weekend. This dovetails quite nicely with the week, where I know exactly what I will be doing each and every day. No adventure, no mystery, just waking up to the life o’ Phos and pressing on. Sad really, but there you are.

Death Rides a Silver Can

I am a killer at heart. My latest victims were two teams of hornets playing Trading Spaces under my eaves. They make use of my house but pay no rent so they had to go. I laid some chemical warfare on them with predictable results. People are altogether too casual in the use of household insecticide. It is in fact a type of nerve agent, a chemical that attacks the central nervous system causing everything to shut down in a series of agonized convulsions. An incredibly unpleasant death and the reason the Air Force issued me the garb you see me wearing in my avatar. If you look on the can before you wield it you will notice the antidote is atropine. I carried an atropine injector for the very same reason. Just food for though next time you go to hose down the house with that can of raid.