pools and walks and mice and men

George and I have been trying to live in the poolhouse. The electricity seems to be a bit ad hoc (re: extremely dangerous) and we've both been shocked. We have a new fridge now, and we're waiting for the electrictian to get to us and put in some new wiring. Something tried to hide under the stairs, and died there. I am sad for the sizable creature that died, and also sad for the smell that it left behind. We haven't been able to enter our poolhouse condo for about a week, but It's getting better now. I think we'll bring a sage stick in there later to clean the air. Better to hang out outside, better still up on the roof.