While I was at the beach, Paul had a bat incident. It started swooping while Paul was leaving me a message on my cell phone. I saved it and wonder if there is a way I can put the tape online. I really, really hate bats and spent what was for me a considerable sum of money last summer to have my house de-batted. But that's not the main point of this point.
The main point is the unfortunate convergence of bats and mortar. Well, that's not quite right either, although it does hint at a really wonderful image: a bat flying into wet mortar and getting stuck, a hideous reminder or postmodern gargoyle. Not what really happened is that Paul had to ignore a bat flying around so he could make it to the hardware store before it (the store, not the bat) closed. Once he returned home, he couldn't find the bat. Which means it has probably squirreled away somewhere in the rafters or walls.
Anyway, Paul didn't have quite enough time for a thorough briefing on how to patch the holes he made in the walls as he tried to chip away old plaster so as to have exposed brick in his kitchen. More advice might have led him to supply himself with one of those handheld platforms that masons use for mortar or plaster. Not having one, he experienced significant plaster loss in the move from bucket to wall. Of course he knew enough to have drop cloths and such around. But, that didn't stop the mortar--quick drying--from dribbling all over the newly exposed brick.
Maybe I should have titled this post 'one step forward, two steps back.'