The Moat

There is a moat around the Proud house that has become my personal nightmare. I am not friends with this moat. In fact, I’d say we are now enemies. This moat is made up of sand, which locals like to call “dirt”. Don’t be fooled. This is sand, little tiny granules of sand that blow into my office window and all over everything.

The moat has provided the following discoveries in the Proud house:
1. We are wasting zillions of dollars in air conditioning through the giant gap under the front door. This was discovered by the inch of sand that lives in the front hall of the house at all times.
2. I am a mouth breather when I think no one is looking. This was discovered after a particularly grueling session of blog reading followed by unknown crunching in my molars. Deduction: SAND!
3. The moat is a source of neighborhood entertainment and conversation. This is based on the number of cars that slow when driving by and the number of dog-walking chats and finger-pointing that take place across the street from our house. YES, I can see you from my window but you can’t see me because I’m lurking behind this giant monitor!

The moat is part of a never-ending drain project that Clive has embarked upon. Stay tuned for more updates…

Kirstin