December 15, 2007

  • Weird Disasters

    My parents have built two houses in their marriage.

    One I've written stories about, and dreamed about re-living in.  It was a beautiful log house.  Each log was cut and pealed by my dad, and placed with my mom and dad's back-breaking labor.

    It was a unique one of a kind house with a 6 inch slab of wood as a main door, and four foot round log as stairs to the upstairs.  The shakes on the roof were hand-hewed by my dad.

    The other was a summer cabin on the lake.

    Last winter the summer cabin slid into the lake.

    Last night the log house burned down.

    Its rather symbolic isn't it? 

    I loved that house, I still dream about it.  And man its just all gone. 

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