Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Birdhouse

Some years ago I built a birdhouse for my wife. She liked it. The weather did too. One day we came home to find this prized possesion in the grass, no longer able to sit on its post.
So I did what I am good at. I sat it by the trash, not able to throw it out but not willing to fix it.
There it sat, rotting, reminding me of my defeat with mother nature, until my wife decided to take on the task of making a new one. Of course she needed my help. (She wanted to use my tools. Rule one, never lend tools.)
So out we went and we started the house together. However, and I'm thinking it was her plan, she disappeared, on to other projects, leaving me to finish what I should have done months ago.

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