Our story so far: As reality has caught up with this blog about converting a 126-year-old Methodist church into our home, I’ve run across a few odds and ends that occurred after I wrote about the subject initially. That’s how it goes with a real-time memoir. Sometimes stuff happens after publication. This week I’m sharing a few little stories that will ultimately be integrated into the relevant location in the memoir. Think of this as the time in the novel—especially a mystery novel—when you page back to reread a few passages to remind yourself about what’s going on. Here’s a conclusion for Chapter 15.
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Remember the solitary bat that appeared out of nowhere at the end of demolition? We chased it around fruitlessly until it ducked into the furnace room and disappeared?
A few weeks later, I noticed a quarter-size hole in one of the basement windows. Tyler chose the time-honored redneck method of repairing it with duct tape. While he was kneeling in the mud outside the window, he found the bat—dead on the ground. We surmised he may have escaped through the hole but succumbed to the elements once outside.
But at least he wasn’t in our furnace room.
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Tomorrow: What “built solidly” means. Read about it here.