I never thought I’d write a thousand words about a fence, but when you own an old fixer-upper, project problems have a way of taking over your brain.
See, we recently decided to replace our old, ugly, and damaged chain link fence with a beautiful new 6′ wooden privacy fence. Here’s why:
*Just look at how ugly our old one was.
*Taco is a ball of snuggles, but even we can admit that she looks like she could rip out your throat. When she’s outside and people walk on the sidewalk next to our fence, she charges and barks because she’s a good guard dog. It sucks for everyone.
Like many well-meaning left-leaning white people, I woke up yesterday in a state of utter shock. I’d honestly never even considered the possibility of a Donald Trump presidency: Surely, he was far too out there to ever be taken seriously by anyone other than the most bigoted Right Wingers. Surely there can’t be that many blatantly racist misogynists in our country.
Last week I unexpectedly got to cross off one of the items on my summer bucketlist when I had the chance to go to Maine with my dad and my sisters, Libby and Arlene.
August 8th would’ve been my grandmother’s 93rd birthday and we had the opportunity to spend that weekend at her house in Lovell. It was great and very sad and heavy and grief is such a strange thing, isn’t it?