Captain Matt's Log: Stardate 07032010

My third day of stewardship of the house is drawing to a close. With Team D in Maine, it has been quiet out at the site, almost too quiet. We did have a little drama Thursday night when I smelled smoke outside. But Mom determined that it was just a neighbor, not the new house burning down. Dad has been watering the grass, but other than that: nothing.

Actually I did get out to the site in my power chair today: That's was a first. It was a little bumpy, but I made it!

Still, I almost hope for a Romulan incursion into Federation airspace, just to relieve the boredom. And by Federation airspace I mean our property, and by Romulans I mean teenagers with beer.

It has happened before, I am told. Beer cans were found in the garage. Once, before there were doors on the house Team D found a pair of jogging shorts, like the house was someone's changing station.

I guess it would be a violation of the Prime Directive to set some beer out in the garage and hide on the stairs until I get some nibbles. Then I could burst out of hiding wielding the Super Soaker Flash Flood, Claren at my side.

Of course, they'd probably then beat me while Claren looked for food. Maybe I'd better obey the Prime Directive.