I’ve got a notion to do something big to the front yard. I sketched it up; maybe it will make sense to a landscaper. I would like to solve the parking issue elegantly, which would be the ultimate eff-you to my uppity neighbor. My idea, if the sketch is truly undecipherable, is this: Push back the perimeter of the front yard a couple of feet, placing a row or two of nice-looking pavers flush with…
Oh god, it has begun in earnest. Behold, a tree! It’s a pre-lit model, something I never ever ever thought I’d ever buy, ever. It always just seemed … blasphemous. But Big Lots was out of their unlit trees when I went, so I just went down in size half a foot and opted for the pre-lit, as it fit my budget. And now that I have seen the foolishness of my ways, I dare…
There is a big honkin’ oak tree in my front yard. Nestled in the branches of that oak tree is a big honkin’ spotlight to illuminate my front and side yards. That big honkin’ spotlight has gone out, as lights sometimes do. My question is: Who in Memphis can be called upon to replace this light, which can only be accessed by boom truck or perhaps very large ladder? I have considered calling the fire…
It’s been three months now that I’ve been in the house. My house. I still trip a little when I say that. It’s weird, almost as weird as saying, “I’ve been flying my plane now for three months” or “I’ve been piloting this yacht for 90 days.” I mean, who would trust me with a plane or a boat? But here I am in this house, this lovely little house with the dark wood (?)…
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