Sunday, March 8, 2009
This is a close-up of a charming old structure just below the courthouse. I think it's at the end of the Woman's Club Road, but I can't remember. Anyway, the building is so full of character I could post a different picture of it every day here. But I figure I bore you enough with my simple sentence structure, run-on sentences, dangling participles and redundancy, so there's certainly no need to imitate that in the photography.
Yesterday I took on the mammoth job of attempting to clean my garage. I'll wait while you stop laughing so you can hear the rest.
Because this is supposed to be Silent Sunday, I will refrain from going on at length about this ordeal and instead will concisely say this:
1. In order to get rid of the tangled tumbleweeds of dog hair, leaves and layers of decades old dirt, I had to use the leaf blower. I am not making this up.
2. No fewer than 3 screams escaped my lips, one for approximately each hour I was down there.
3. One time I screamed because I was using the leaf blower, and a dead bird carcass flew up and almost hit me square in the face.
4. The End.
5. That's not really the end, but see above about Silent Sunday.