The "Artist Formerly Known As Marianne" has been known to pirate her neighbors wireless internet signal. Well, it seems that the matriarch of the clan has somehow justified using her neighbors phone line to run her FAX. Since we only have cell phones this has caused a problem for Carol and her new home-based business. To solve this problem she enticed poor Babba to run a wire from our 2nd floor bedroom window to our neighbor's. At least the wire matches the siding and she hasn't hung my underwear on it. What's next? Will I be asked to climb the telephone pole and get some free cable? Perhaps she will ask me to by-pass the electric meter with jumper cables. This should make Marianne feel better; especially since I have the ocular proof.
Well we closed today on our dream house. The gnomes hopped aboard the hand -truck and then into the Element for the 200 yard trip. The previous owners left us the Christmas wreath. Finally we have a real garage. We have a month to get the rest of our stuff moved down the block. We met our new neighbors; I call them the "Calender Girls".