It ain't all paradise

My afternoons have consisted of chopping word and cleaning the earth off of bricks for a fireplace. The work is fine and even enjoyable. I love chuckin' wood!

I spend outside with Mick who I like very much. He's a good conversationalist.

BUT, the f***ing bees, mosquitoes and flies are everywhere. Constantly I hear the buzzing near my head and it's irritating as hell. It's funny because they don't faze Mick. We'll be talking and he always has one or two mosquitoes on his face and he never wipes them away. And they're always in the same spot - on his forehead above his left eye. It's become amusing and admirable that he can stand it.

I guess the silver lining is my fear of dying from a bee sting is gone since I was stung by a bee and I'm still here!