I lived in a quiet neighborhood, nothing ever happened there. As I walked home, I felt like something bad was going to happen that night. As I finally made it to my house, I took my keys out of my pocket and would have unlocked the door had it not been for the front door being partially open. I took my pocket knife out and cautiously went inside. I turned on the lights, revealing a disaster zone: knocked over furniture, cupboards with their contents spilled out. I closed the door, phoned the police to report the burglary, and then grabbed my laptop out of my briefcase. I accessed the site that my CCTV Bolton uploads its data to, and there he was, right on my screen – the young teenage burglar. He was caught the next day, and I always felt much safer that I had someone watching out for me.
My daughter is still hearing wonderful comments from all her friends since celebrating her 21st birthday with a special event that I organized. The theme of the party was a circus skills workshop that taught all of the attendees a number of special skills associated with the Big Top. My daughter and her friends had the choice of learning how to safely enjoy the flying trapeze, how to apply clown make-up and do pantomime, create balloon models, exercise on the trampoline, be part of a human pyramid along with adagio dancing. Some of the girls commented how they always wished they could run away and join the troupe at Ringling Bros. and that my daughter’s birthday party enabled each of them to enjoy a real-life experience at developing new skills and feeling that they had enjoyed a day in the life of the performers under the Big Top. We took plenty of videos and many were posted and shared online to enjoy the memory of a perfect birthday celebration!
When hurricane Sandy slammed into the Jersey Shore area in 2012, it left behind devastation and destruction that is still being felt a full year later. Businesses and homeowners have not recovered from the lose of their homes and stores, and funding has been slow to give the residents of the coastline the ability to get back to a normal life.
That is all changing with the help of silica sand sculptures. A recent charity event was held in the city of Point Pleasant where they attempted to get into the Guinness Book of Records for the largest sand sculpture. The charity event gained local and nationwide media coverage as people flocked to the beach to not only see some amazing artwork, but to give of their money to help all the victims of that devastating hurricane. The monies raised during the event went to help the local residents who lost everything.
I have been picking up things from the hardware store so that when the weather breaks I can start to renew my yard. One of my big plans this year is to remove all of the red mulch out of my landscaping. I am going to add in some fresh and colorful looking plants around my bushes. I’ve noticed that many people in my neighborhood use golden gravel, I am going to use that instead of mulch.
When I get my bonus check from work, I am going to replace all of my damaged concrete in the front of my home. Over the years, a couple of pieces have started to crack and raise up from the ground. I want to replace my old looking and dirty front door that I have had for ten years.
I used to sit out on our back porch and watch the hummingbirds and robins come to our bird feeders. I loved to close my eyes and just listen to the songs of those beautiful birds. Or the wind in the cornfield or the occasional car that passed on our dirt road. The last couple of years it has been harder and harder to hear those sweet melodies, so I went to my doctor and he recommended I look into getting my hearing tested. He recommended a good ENT and after going through the hearing test, this doctor recommended hearing aids Stockport. We tried several styles, some bigger and some smaller, but she was really trying to find a set that would be comfortable, and not look like I was wearing them. I have never enjoyed listening to those birds quite as much as I do now.
I generally don’t return the things I buy. Most of the time it’s simply easier to either throw it out, give it away, or sell it on the internet. But this Christmas I received something too valuable to discard and too obscure to sell off: a ceramic owl. Not knowing where it came from or what to do with it, I called around to local antique and collectible shops to no avail. Towards the end I was prepared to give in to my desire to let the owl have an “accident” when I received a call from a store specializing in ceramic figurines. Apparently word had gotten around that I was looking to discreetly return a ceramic owl and his invoice books revealed my aunt had made just such a purchase. Of course he was willing to accept the return without a receipt, so long as I was willing to only recoup half the value. Not bad, all things considered.
Her skin is starting to prickle with sweat. She looks up and squints, first one eye then the other. The sky is hot and clear. The target is deep in the grassy field. She steps over the pea gravel drive and counts her footsteps: one hundred, one hundred one, one hundred two. When she reaches 150 paces, she nocks the arrow and raises her bow in one motion. She is squinting again, this time with her better eye. All the muscles in her back are tense in the heat. The target is so bright and almost comical in her eye. The arrow flies. She imagines it sizzles a little as it passes through the summer air (but it doesn’t). It makes its clownish “thunk” in the center of the target. Now her little brother is crunching over the drive, rushing toward her. “Next, next, I’m next! Oh, nice shot, also.”