Showing posts with label strange humans in my facility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strange humans in my facility. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A word to our readers, from the editor, Bogdan, and the investor, human

Sara: 'Yawn. I'm tired of being woken up.'
Bogdan: 'Tell me about it.'

Bogdan: I apologize that your daily Morning Scratch has not shown up promptly on your computer screen. It has nothing to do with me.

Investor: Yes, that's right. Bogdan has finished, what?, at least a billion stories for you, but I've been unable to type them recently.

Bogdan: Even worse, I've spent hours locked in the garage or a room because of strange humans coming into my house, without my approval!

Investor: I don't want to be a downer, but here is the story. We may be away every once in a while and unable to post because of problems we are having with the new Morning Scratch facility. We bought this brand-new house and moved in mid-January. Within two weeks, there were problems, particularly with plumbing and leaks.

Bogdan: It's not a house. It's the Morning Scratch offices.

Investor: Right. So, unfortunately our builder doesn't understand that even though the house has been sold, problems caused by his subcontractors' sloppiness are his responsibility. Long story short: Our hardwood floors downstairs and our lower kitchen cabinets and countertops need to be replaced because of water damage. Other problems exist, but we won't get into them here. The builder isn't fixing these problems, and so lawyers and insurance companies are involved. Finally, in the last week or so, insurance company people and remediation people (there's mold) and cabinet people and flooring people, etc., have been coming in and measuring and talking and deciding ...

Bogdan: And?

Investor: With all of that going on, I've been unable to do my part for The Morning Scratch. We will deliver the paper as often as possible; however, the following weeks/months may be hectic. During reconstruction of our downstairs (and I don't know exactly when that will start), the house - uhm, facility - will be uninhabitable. That means, the cats will be off to The Cat House Hotel to live in up in Santa Barbara ...

Kat 3: Woohoo! I'll get to play games with kittens!

Kat 3: 'Kittens at The Cat House Hotel are a lot more fun than my brother and sister.'

Investor: ... And the man and I will be living in a hotel while work goes on.

Bogdan: Yes, I guess that's a sufficient excuse, typist, for not always showing up for work.

Investor: New articles may not show up every day ... but don't forget about us! We won't be gone for long.

Sara: And we want to thank all of you for checking out our bloggy. We love your blogs, and you've all been so welcoming and pretty!

Investor: I just wanted to share what's going on and why we may disappear here and there for a few days ...

Bogdan: It's because we're all hiding from the fixer men. Well, not ME. But the girls are, of course ...

Bogdan, Morning Scratch editor, helps to pick out new hardwood floors.