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Pigeon Wars
What began as a minor skirmish has now turned into a war. Lee vs. the pigeons. The battles are played out nightly outside our home. A while back, Lee noticed that pigeons were roosting in our eaves. They… Read More
A Day of Good Plumbers, Shaky Ladders, and Pigeon Poop
My hands are shaking a little. I’m not sure if it’s because of the force it took to make the staple gun work (I’m weak), or the fear of using the staple gun at great heights. Maybe both…. Read More
Out With The Stank, In With The Swank
Four years ago I bought a new sofa, and was pretty proud of myself. It was the first piece of grown-up furniture I’d ever bought. Soon after, my cat started shredding it. And shredding it. Until the arms… Read More
A Hometown Reunion of Sorts
When I got ready for church this morning, I spent extra time on my hair. I cursed my makeup for not doing a better job covering the two pimples on my cheek, and asked Lee for the fifth… Read More
The Annual “Yell Yourself Silly” Hockey Game
Yesterday, I was nursing a sore throat. Not because of the sudden chill in the air, but because I spent Saturday night screaming. It was the annual hockey classic – the one chance each year to see ice… Read More
A Town United
The closer I got into town, the more yellow ribbons I saw wrapped around tree trunks and telephone poles. On the bridge over the viaduct, several dozen American flags flapped in the breeze. Along the highway, in front… Read More
The Animal Touch
I will either need to apologize to some of the people receiving gifts from us this Christmas, or I’ll need to do some last minute rewrapping. Our animals have put their “stamp” on many of the gifts beneath… Read More
On Stage Again
When I graduated from high school almost 10 years ago, I thought that ended my high school drama career. But it was revived this weekend. The folks at the Savannah Arts Academy invited me to be in their… Read More
A Spirited Neighbor
This is the view from our front porch. I shouldn’t have been surprised. When I turned down my street tonight after work, it was dark – except for the strange glow I could see near my house. As… Read More
Pimp My Ride
To quote Xzibit on MTV, “I’ve been pimped, daddy.” I had to work a night shift Thursday, so Lee and I decided that left our morning free for more exciting things like buying a car. Even though the… Read More
