Sparky's employee is working on the house. He thinks he is "helping" with the house. But since we are still paying him his daily rate I consider it working. So, not happy with the gajillion breaks and the helpful hints and suggestions.

On top of this, he is the most aggravating, infuriating man ever. Not the valedictorian of the trailer park academy. And yes, he is actually from "the park." The reason we call him "uuhhhh Dave" is because that's how he'll answer if you ask his name. It kind of stuck. (I personally have a few other choice names for him but Sparky says I have to play nice.)

A few tidbits from this afternoon:

In reference to a DJ on the radio - "I used to listen to that dude all the time 'til I realized who he was. Now I can't believe he still is on the air man. I mean it freaked me out when I found out he was a homo and stuff."

Seriously....

And when Sparky gently mentioned that he might want to get back to work at some point since he is getting paid he said:

"It's not me, my mind is still moving fast as anything but my body is shut down. It's not me man."

And we won't even go into the decorating advice he's been giving.

On a happier note, I am still having guitar guy come every week even though there are weeks when we are sitting on folding chairs in the demolition zone. I finished up "Blackbird" and am working on Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" and Jack Johnson's "Banana Pancakes." Two fairly different songs but I am having fun and it's keeping me relatively sane. I said relatively.

I'm not ready for Idol yet;) But then again, most of those people weren't. Were you watching? It's back on.