A Life in Waiting

I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t seem to get my writing juices flowing when I am home.  Even though I am not “home”, the apartment we have here still has a home feeling to me.  Not sure I can explain it, but almost all of the posts written here on this blog have been written in either a coffee house, bar, restaurant or outside at a park.  Not sure the significance of this just thought you’d like to know.

Monday we head back to the Dog Hut and begin getting ourselves ready for everything that needs to be done.  I get final measurements and tweak the layout.  Maria starts doing whatever it is she needs to do.  Tuesday morning Maria’s father, Raul, comes and picks me up with his car and trailer and we go shopping at the local Home Depot called BauHaus.  It is the German version of the Home Depot chain popular in the US, and it is HUGE.  Bigger than any HD I’ve seen.  We load the trailer to the gills and head back to the Hut of Dogs.  The next 5 days are spent pretending to be a carpenter and making 6 huts that will house the visiting dogs for overnight stays.  During this period there’s a fair amount of yelling, screaming, fighting and bleeding.  Mostly by me.  Two weeks away from the working world and I’m a mess.  And let’s not forget about the simple little problem of the lack of the imperial system.  Metric is easier my ass!  No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find an imperial tape measure so the whole project was done with a metric one.  Oh and did I mention that I designed the whole project in inches and feet?  So yeah, fun stuff.

So we finish enough of the project that we need to, as Maria has 4 dogs coming into the compound on Christmas night.  So Sunday night we head back out to her parents with basically all of our possessions including a dog and a cat as we are spending the next couple of nights there for the holiday. 

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