I don’t believe I’ve met two such tireless people as my neighbors D&L. They skinned over their strawbale house with adobe, a process taking months, only to learn their overhangs were insufficient. Before long the coating had worn down to the straw, a very bad thing. So D built a veranda all around the approximately 60 brazillion foot circumference of the house, complete with all sorts of weird angles, and now they’re patiently mixing mud and skinning the house all over again. Someday they’ll be done – but not in my lifetime, I’m guessing.
The boys and I were out and around trying to get a bunch of stuff done before the afternoon rain. I checked road conditions for Landlady (Muddy and more muddy: Check out the front of that trailer), picked up a final load of pallets, and was on my way to do the afternoon chicken chores when I got a panicked text from Absentee Neighbor H, for whose now-vacant house I’m the caretaker. “The realtor locked the wrong front door and now nobody can get in! I’ve got people coming from (a city far, far away) to see the house tomorrow! Help!” Happened I was already in the Jeep so we went over there – pallets and all – to see what could be seen.
The deal is, I was given a key to the front porch but not the main front door inside. It’s six of one/half-dozen of the other in terms of security, the porch door is substantial, but that meant it was vitally important not to lock the door between the porch and the interior, which is what the last person showing the house did. I went around and tried my keys on the other two exterior doors in hope I had one that would fit, and none did. Fortunately that front porch seems to have been an afterthought, because in addition to enclosing the main door it also encloses a window in front of the kitchen sink. All the exterior windows were locked, but this one wasn’t. Old unathletic Joel went and got a ladder from the utility shed, climbed in and unlocked the door, thus (one devoutly hopes) justifying his employment for another month.
I texted the road conditions (horrid) to Landlady, only to get a reply that she had emailed me saying she wasn’t coming up this weekend. I received no such email. Then I tried to send the pictures above from my phone to my email inbox, and they didn’t show up either. Turns out I haven’t received an email at my personal account in five days, which is excessive even for me. Can’t even email myself. I have no idea what would have caused this, nor do I know how to investigate it. If I get any less technically savvy, I can buy some pantsuits and run for president.
Have you tried your spam folder Joel? Sometimes e-mail providers change the rules without notice.