Torn To Pieces

Standing alone, a symbol of the holiday season, Mr. Snowman had a decorative function outside our entrance door.  His solitary vigil of greeting holiday guests came to an abrupt end this weekend.

Assaulted by a rogue red squirrel Mr. Snowman’s left arm was missing, the right arm hung on by a thread, his shredded scarf was beyond repair, and his hat was fringed with bite size rips. Thankfully my husband intervened before Mr. Squirrel took Mr. Snowman’s face off! Mr. squirrel, an opportunistic vandal, fled the crime scene before he was apprehended.  
A preliminary examination of Mr. Snowman found him to be damaged beyond repair.  May he RIP.  And Mr. Squirrel if you are still out there be forewarned we are waiting to right the wrong that was done to Mr. Snowman.

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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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