Invisible places
When I walk the dog, I may be listening to my headphones, but my eyes take in everything. OK, maybe not everything. But a lot. Like this little lot. It…
When I walk the dog, I may be listening to my headphones, but my eyes take in everything. OK, maybe not everything. But a lot. Like this little lot. It…
A tree I like, in the parking lot of my ghetto post office.
There have not been enough hours in the days this week. A lot of that, though, is because I’m not trying to push myself to do ALL THE THINGS. So…
WATCH! as the giant crane swings out over my house. SEE! the branches sway. CRINGE! as you imagine what might happen if the ties break (like they did later, eep).
Yesterday I met a couple of friends for lunch at our usual hangout, Wine and Cheese (technically the restaurant portion is called Panache but we always call it Wine and…
Long time blog readers will remember how the lone wooden house on our block (every other house is cinderblock) burned down in October of 2009. The woman woke to sounds…
A few months ago, we got a notice that the company with which we have our homeowners insurance was randomly dropping about 50% of the homes it has in Florida.…
Yesterday on my drive to work, about five houses down from me, I thought I saw a burned-out firefighters coat in the yard of a house. “That can’t be what…