The House That Jack Built – What Are The Odds?

From Death Springs Life

The sound of beating wings drew me across the the breakfast nook .

A silhouette of butterfly wings imprisoned, between the plastic window cover and window, fluttered in a desperate attempt to escape. With a cupped hand, the butterfly was gently guided upward, toward freedom.

Another prisoner kept there was not so fortunate. Caught in the plastic, a small songbird lay dead.  Evidence of his struggle to escape stained the window sill.

As I sanded away the last trace of the little birds death, I erased all evidence of his valiant struggle to find freedom.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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