Mold pie with mouse turd topping

Still haven't heard anything about the Accreds. Sheesh! There's a rumor, though, that Saddleback College has received its report--i.e., a draft to be corrected only for errors--but mum's the word, apparently.

A coupla days ago, Earl P came up to IVC to check the mold and stinkwater situations. He brought a clipboard or something.

I showed 'im to my office. I pointed to the corner under the window. I told 'im that big puddles of stinkwater form there with every rain, right under my computer. Earl seemed pretty interested. He scratched something on a piece of paper.

Some biology faculty emerged and patiently explained that it ain't enough to check the air, cuz the air can be fine when the vents are clean. But that's consistent with the carpet being seriously moldy. See?

The mold monster is sneaky, boy. And squirrely.

Earl nodded. So did the other guy, a contractor, I think. Snappy dresser.

The Bio people made their point because, a coupla weeks ago, some guy showed up to do some fancy tests on the "air." Then, a few days ago, we were told that the results were in. Then somebody announced that the air in A200 is "clean of mold."

Some of us showed Earl and friend some of the other horrors of A200, e.g., the hideous flood stain near Frank's office and the rotting cheeseball next to the photocopy machine. We told tales of "sloshing" and sniffling and rescue ropes.

I do believe a tear formed under Earl's left eyeball.

One lively colleague who had failed to perceive the somber mood of the proceedings kept walking by whilst coughing and wheezing and stumbling most pathetically. Julie nearly kneed him in the gut. Her look said: "Cut it out or I'll give you somethin' to wheeze about."

Near the end of Earl's investigation, somebody wheeled out a lovely pizza and a prodigious tray of mold fashioned into a delightful pie. The pies were almost identical.

"Which do you wanna eat?" we asked. The contractor ate the mold pie. Earl sniffed in disgust.



(Did I mention the rodent sighting? Halfway through Wednesday's "Humanities & Languages" School meeting [in yet another building--A400], a mouse scurried haltingly across the light fixture lense immediately above us. We looked up briefly, noting the mouse's progress. Then, without comment, we returned to the meeting.)

I visited with Red recently--he hides, you know, deep in the Santa Ana Mountains, near Madame Modjeska's old barn--and he showed me his new pal "Debbsy." Here's a pic.

Reb can get pretty peevish, so I'd better show a pic of her special beastly pal too. Here's "Paco," a stunning striped feline:


I'm runnin' out of feline brats, what with the passing of Jack the Cat. Loved that cat.

But I shouldn't complain. Cuz here's a recent pic of my niece Sarah, who's about to turn three:


Have a nice weekend. (P.S.: I made up the part about the cheeseball. No cheeseballs have been found, unless you count certain faculty. --CW)