Unplugged Part IV

Working an eleven hour shift, coupled with a three hour round trip work commute, my husband is extremely tired at the end of each day.  Life with a television; he would eat supper, collapse in the recliner, turn on TV, and fall to sleep.

In the absence of television programing.a new routine has emerged.  After supper we sit out on the deck, watch clouds skirt the swaying treetops, talk, and listen.  Echoing through the woods, the haunting flute like melody of the Hermit Thrush, is as magical each night as if it were our first time hearing it.

Sit back and imagine (Link to Fernbank Science Center).  play song


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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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