He is the first kind of person, the kind of person who would come to our house early in the morning and work until late into the night to help us. Harry is a contractor and he caulked windows and pulled up floor boards and sawed wood and gave advice. This is GW:
He is also the first kind of person, who would spend numerous days helping us from dawn until dusk and offer to trade his welding labor to Harry so Harry could keep helping us.
Our new neighbors are also the first kind of person. They lent us their heat gun and mulched our bushes for us just because they looked like they needed some mulch.
These are all good and selfless people, who are kind to us and do positive things for humanity. These are the sorts of people I strive to be like and would wish my children would become.
I think the previous home owners were the second kind of person, people who left toenails in the air vents and mended their floorboards with fence posts. (Harry discovered the fence posts last night.) Under the fence posts were green plastic letters and other kid stuff. Pretty normal, first-kind-of-person sort of thing. They also left us something special:
Definite second kinds of people. People who rush through repair jobs and don't take care of their things. People who leave medical waste in our home. Not the salt of the earth, but perhaps the chicory.
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At least they look sterile and un-used...maybe one of the kids had some weird disease? That's crazy tho. Where did you find those? Under the floor boards?
Crazy.
ha! reminds me of our hotel in Glasgow, except we found a used one. got a pretty sweet room upgrade for that!
i've got my money on a dead body in the attic.
I agree with peace love... they at least look hygenic... and I'd watch out for the lawn there probably is a dead body!
fascinating.
the previous owners of our house left us half-assed, half-done "improvement" projects and a bunch of elderly Christmas decorations.
Needles and toenails are much more interesting.
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