He exploited the indigenous people wherever he landed. It seems he was a bit of a bastard. I'm beginning to think there should not be a day to remember him, let alone honor him.
However, this is a political discussion that does not really have a place in this blog. Let's talk about dry walling progress.
There is nothing to talk about as far as dry walling progress. Phil didn't make it over on Sunday, which allowed me the chance to do a bunch of other little chores.
I'm hoping Phil will get to the house sometime this week and get things started. Once the dry wall is done, I can get Rick the Plumber to finish putting the fittings on all the water lines. I might even be able to get a toilet installed in a temporary fashion.
The whole house smells faintly of fruit. The grapes are percolating away and if you were to smell the juice directly, you would notice a slight vinegar smell that translates into the production of alcohol.
We transferred the pulp into a mesh bag tonight. It had been creating a cap on top of the bucket that was pushing the lid loose. That attracted a herd of fruit flies that are all over the kitchen.
We decided we had better try and seal the vessel better and throwing the pulp into the mesh bag helped.
We have had the bath tub and sink from the main floor bathroom for sale since June. I put it on Craig's List and started at $800.
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