Summer of neglect

After visiting Mom and Dad's a couple of weeks ago, I was horrified by what I saw when I drove up. Not only was the house unrecognizable, it darn near reached condemned status after Dad's summer of discontent. Between the overgrown yard, fenceposts falling over, to Mom trembling in the basement, saying, "I'm batman....I'm batman...gotta rid...city of villains...," I could tell that my presence was more than needed. So after trimming the yard, fixing the fence, rebuilding the mailbox, and ridding the house of Annie (unsuccessfully), the house was back in order and Mom regained her sanity. As for Dad, you don't want to even know what the before and after pictures even resemble. Get well old man!

The lawn mower still worked, although it had more cobwebs on it than my scriptures...

The house was beyond recognizable, but shockingly, the truck still ran!

"Mickey Mouse is alive and well and building fences in Sunnydell, Idaho..."

Luckily, I brought my machete, not to mention my DR Lawn and Field Trimmer...

Finally, here are some of the pictures when the work was finished. The house was restored to it's original state, complete with enough dog hair to keep 1,000 eskimoes from freezing in Alaska.

After the work was done, my hand looked worse than Dad's back. Luckly, I escaped without Annie trying to lick my wounds...