Deconstructing Paradise

If everything contains within it the converse, a bit of ying to its yang, dark to its light, red to its blue...then construction must be made up in parts of the opposite: destruction.

Of course.

I just wish I had realized that before. Before backhoes ripped our backyard into oblivion. Before the aluminum siding had been stripped off the house--just in time for the freak snowstorm. Before our bathroom opened to the elements. Before we moved into the garage with the two cats and the dog. Before getting a snack meant a trek across the yard and a hop over a mudhole. Before I know what really cold and really wet and really dirty really were.

A little addition/remodel on a budget, starting in February.

Seemed like a good idea last fall...