Monthly Archives: August 2011

Entry 47: Hurricane Journal, Day II

Sunday, 1:30am: I am awakened by howling wind. Although I don’t really have to, I go to the bathroom. If we lose power, our pump can’t give us water from the well, and we’ll have to ration flushes. I go … Continue reading

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Entry 46: Hurricane Journal, Day I

As you may have heard, we had a few weather-related issues over the weekend. I kept a journal… Saturday, 7:15am: I go to the bank to get some cash because that’s what all the people on TV are saying to … Continue reading

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Entry 45: Don’t Call Me; I’ll Call You

Although we’ve only been living here for a few months, if you were to ask me for my phone number right now, I could give it to you without a moment’s hesitation. Unfortunately, that’s only because right now I’m sitting … Continue reading

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Entry 44: This Landscape is My Landscape

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, we bought our new home in the dead of winter, without benefit of ever having seen the actual property, which was buried under about 8,000 feet of snow. (See photo at right.) What we … Continue reading

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Entry 43: Got Any Breadcrumbs?

You have to make a left, a right and two lefts to get to our new home. It took me a few weeks to figure that out. I don’t want to imply that I’m directionally-impaired, but let us say that … Continue reading

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Entry 42: Kitchen Update: Halftime Recap

Here we are at Week 5, and we’re about half-way through the 7-week project, so let’s see where we stand. Well, we can stand in the kitchen, because there’s a floor, so we won’t fall through to the garage. There’s … Continue reading

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Entry 41: Hello…lo…lo…lo

One of the problems with moving to a larger house is that I never know where my wife is. My daughter, when she’s home, is always downstairs. My dog follows me around the house as if he’s on a leash. … Continue reading

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