Home for the Clumsy
I've had one of those weeks that makes me wonder if my equilibrium is off or just a bit loopy. That old southern phrase that "God protects fools and babies, of which I am both" is a little more truthful than I'd like it to be. So here are my glory stories: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tedesco57/2659060417/ Last week, I decided that the Costwold England look wasn't really working for me. Between the threat of crumbling mortar and the ivy growing into the soffits, I figured that the process that I set in motion a year ago was potentially devastating to my house. The yard, side yard, driveway and backyard were so overgrown it appeared as if the house had been abandoned. So I decided to pry the ivy vines from the base of my homes' exterior. Once I had grabbed hold of three solid ivy roots, I started to back up and pull the ropes at the same time. Building up some torque as the stubborn vines started ripping from the mortar, I had gotten about 6 feet back and pu...