A little magic...

More fire, another trashcan filled to (almost) overflowing, another load into the trunk of the Civic. The pile of remodeling debris continues to shrink.

I invite my daughter K out with me as I'm doing all this. I like to keep her involved, and it gives mljm some time with one less demand on her. So, we putter around the yard, me laying in big stuff, K tossing in small stuff, us having a grand time making the side yard look like yard again.

We were climbing up onto the deck's second level to go in for a drink, when I heard it. I shushed K with a whispered "Wait..." and an upraised hand, and strained my ears to hear it again. K said back to me, "What is it, daddy?", and I shushed her again...

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