Aftermath

Just in case my wife happens to check out the internets this afternoon, I'm sure she'll be interested in seeing the state of her yard.

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The plumbing crew came out this morning to repair our broken water main, and apparently to also plant a dead pagan king in a nice barrow outside our bathroom window, and imprint the rest of the lawn with interesting trackways. Oh, well, at least we now have fully restored water pressure.

I must also thank the kind reader who sent us the disaster preparedness and cleanup manuals. They'll come in handy—as you might guess, there's now a musty odor rising from our basement, and I don't think it's from the moldering dead king. His generosity was only exceeded by Governor Kathleen Blanco, who's flying up from New Orleans to give us some advice tonight.

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No, no, no! Go with it, man. Knock out that window and put in a french door. The area below is ready for pavers! The King's barrow has now become a "berm" for planting something tall, for privacy! Don't you watch HGTV?

By itwasntme (not verified) on 05 Sep 2006 #permalink

Baton Rouge, not New Orleans, I would think.

By the way, with about half the customers, New Orleans is pumping much more water than before, losing $250,000 a day to leaks. [Ground settling from the flooding wreaked havoc on city water pipes.] Not to mention the effect of low water pressure on fighting fires.

By fredy fredster (not verified) on 05 Sep 2006 #permalink

...and apparently to also plant a dead pagan king in a nice barrow outside our bathroom window...

Yowza. Has Tom Bombadil showed up to rescue you, yet?

>...a dead pagan king in a nice barrow...

You are now in Middle-Earth.

Please break for Hobbits.

I would advise that you be alert for psychic manifestations, but can your life really get any stranger than it is already?

I mean... c'mon... CEPHALOPODS?

(smile)

By monstruoso (not verified) on 05 Sep 2006 #permalink

I will probably regret this, but:

That's one heck of a job.

By Owlmirror (not verified) on 05 Sep 2006 #permalink