We Always* Rock the New

Let me tell you about it. For those of you who have not entered the back door of the Wren’s Nest recently lest you fall through the loose assembly of rotting planks we call stairs, fear not! They have been replaced.

Also, some of you may remember our back screen door that doesn’t so much open as it does topple over. You know, the one that once it falls over, knocks you down and crashes through the rotting staircase bringing your unsuspecting self along with it. Right. Well we have a new door, too! Maybe not new, but it has newish, semi-glossed parts that allow it to (a) open; (b) close; and (c) not knock you through the stairs.

Wren’s Nest = going places …including out the screen door, starting today.

We have none other to thank than temporary awesome-guy-in-residence Nathan, who has also recently replaced the rotting part of the front porch. Thanks, champ.

Re-reading what I’ve typed so far, seems like there’s a lot more rotting at the Wren’s Nest than the finances. Yikes. But speaking of finances, you will be very excited to know that I have Quicken and know how to use it. Hooray bookkeeping! Also, the debt shrinks more and more with every passing day. So we’ve got that going for us.

Thus, like the dead rat behind the wall that plagued the halls of the Wren’s Nest and tainted the legacy of Joel Chandler Harris for upwards of one week, all the other rotten stuff is slowly drifting away.

Or maybe that’s just the Christmas tree covering up the smell. Mmm, piney.

*not true, not by a long shot.