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Friday, May 26, 2023

Good-Bye, Mr. Squeaky...


 I blogged about it when we bought it, took pictures of it, and today, it went in the trash. Such is life. After a huge storm, the thing was destroyed. All the fins on the windmill snapped and the mechanism that allowed the contraption to turn separated so it didn't turn any more.

This morning, as we were outside weeding, the garbage truck went up the street. Before it came down, I took the top off the windmill and threw it in the can. 

I suppose we could just go buy another windmill, assemble it, and set it up where the old one stood. I don't even know how much they cost. The best part of this one is that we found it at a yard sale. The seller had purchased an even bigger one and didn't have use for its little brother. We were happy to give it a new home.

I know one person who will be happy it's been taken away in a big white truck. My daughter. Her room is the closest to where we had the windmill outside. And because it was an aging piece of exterior yard decor, it squeaked...squeaked a lot, and because of where we live, the wind blow, blows a lot. It even squeaked as a non-functioning windmill.

Tomorrow we'll plant something in the now empty spot, something that will hopefully grow year after year, and maybe we'll come across something one day that we'll love, blog about, take pictures of to.

Until that day, however, we'll try something new. Here's to new things.

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