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Tandra Page 1718, Bla-wham!

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I’m sitting on my back porch looking out over the yard as the rising sun brightens the Eastern sky.

I was just a few minutes before looking to decide upon a subject for today’s Observation. There are no shortage of topics from which to choose. The only problem is picking one from the abundance to comment on.

This is how it works; I select the previous day’s comments page, I copy it with the new date, then I remove all the commentary that applies to yeterday and I replace the old observations with the new. It’s like a template I continue to use over and over, but replacing a given day’s Observation with new comments. This process keeps a certain consistency in the format and it saves starting each day from scratch.

I was at he point of having deleted all of yesterday’s comment and was deciding upon a new title when I heard the “Bla-wham” from my roof!

Now I’ve mentioned this numerous times previously, but there are always the new readers who are not up to speed, which is the reason for repetition. I live and work out in the sticks. My neighbours are squirrel and deer and the occasional polecat. There are oak trees all about with limbs hanging over my studio so that, in July and August, when the leaves are out, I am almost completely in shade. This makes for a cool Summer. But Oak trees have a habit that a limb dies every so often. After a limb dies, some two or three years later, the thing falls. Mostly the limbs are so small they make no never mind. But there have also been times when a limb was big enough and heavy enough it poked a hole in my roof.

This was a big and robust “Bla-wham!” and it sounder loud enough to have maybe poked a hole in my roof.

I immediately pulled on my rain jacket (It has been raining all day.) and went out to have a look see at the damage. When I climbed onto the roof I saw the limb was not so big as it sounded. A roof is like a drum. It magnifies sound. I tossed the offending limb off onto the ground and checked closely for damage to my roof. I found none.

So I am back at my computer typing up today’s Observation.

I have been asked why I do not cut the trees that grow so close about so as to preserve my roof. The answer is I had rather live in the shade come Summer. Roof damage is rare enough I can afford the inconvenience of repairing a hole once every dozen or so years.

Besides, a “Bla-wham” on the roof gives me something to write about other than politics, and that is always refreshing!

“In the fight for Liberty, you will find the most intense opposition coming at you from slaves who are comfortable in their chains!”

“They’ll know where to find me,” -Rick Blaine, “Casablanca”

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Hanther



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