Why I Dread Coming Home
We got home late last night to find the front door wide open, leaves blowing around in the livingroom, the house cold as the frigid outdoors which was dropping past freezing, a hemlock crushing half the boathouse and woodsheds, the water association across the street working on the system so that black water clogged every faucet at the new house and the toilet filled with what looked like septic water. Today I’ll see what needs to be done about most of the above. Sunny and cold here on the tropical South End. Pretty if you weren’t looking at disasters. Home sweet Home!
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