The cake was a rampaging success, but the recipe will follow when we can get back into the house. I'd post a photo, but I wasn't clear thinking enough to shift the camera out. So you'll all have to wait for the weekend. I suppose I should explain.
I'm sending this post from the pile of furniture in the garage. Jasmine is curled up on the bottom of a chair from the dinning room, Felicity is curled up on the couch. It's hot. Today we had the acid poured on the concrete all through the house. Our floor is now brown. Tomorrow it will be browner and then it should get shiny, then glass-like on Thursday. On Friday we'll be able to walk on it and on the weekend we can move the furniture back in. I kinda forgot to bring a few things out.
I forgot; clothes, medications, toiletries, shoes, breakfast cereal, milk and yogurt (not that they would have kept), the camera, books and cat food. I did remember to get the laptop, the cat, her water, her litter tray and her scratch post.
At this point it would be good to be able to pass through walls.
So that's what's happening now.
Earlier, as in since the last post, we have been to see U2 (bought a T-shirt), finished my final assignment for my stats course, spent a week in different states (me awake and Felicity in Adelaide), tried to see DJ Food (He canceled after he was canceled in two other cities), saw Talvin Singh (Rocks the boat the guy who holds the world stands in) and spend three entire weekends, most weeknights and all night Sunday scrubbing every little bit of paint and plaster off the floor by hand. My knees, elbows, shoulders, wrists and hips have given me hell for it and I am sick and tired of having my eyes, nose and mouth filled with concrete dust.
Viva les epoxy.
Viva le Polyurathene.
Anyone going to be in town to see Amon Tobin on the 14thDecember? I'll get some tickets.
Also, We're going to try and get Skype running at least once a week (it kills the computer) So search for us and send a text message to arrange a talk-fest.
