Tracy Petry

Summers are hot here. Have I mentioned that? Hot. I'm not a big fan of the heat. My husband and I are from Connecticut and he's not a fan of the extreme cold and that's why we moved south. I would probably have been happier in New Hampshire. Except for the snow. Maybe I just should have bought a motor home instead of a mobile home, that way I could just follow 70 degree weather year round or something. I don't know. But summers here are hot. Trailers are ovens in the summer without air conditioning. They're metal boxes. Most of the trailers I clean out or paint don't have the power on, so I'm pretty much out of luck. In the summer - and when I say summer I mean any time between March and October - I try to start my days at first light and finish before noon if I can make it that long. If the water is still on, sometimes I just stick my whole head in the shower in order to... you know... not die. In the winter, I've found, things don't smell as bad.

This will probably not be my most popular posting. I saw a post online on December 26th in a Christian group stating that 2023 years ago Jesus would have been about two days old. I politely disagreed with the woman who posted the statement. None of that added up for me. Do we know exactly when Jesus was born? No. We don't. What we do know for sure is that it was not December 25th. The shepherds would not have been outside tending their flocks at night at that time of the year. It's probable that Jesus was born in the Fall. We can figure at least that much because we can historically figure what time of the year it was when Zacharias was told by the angel that his wife, Elizabeth would conceive. We know that from the setting - the service that he was performing in the temple. So, if we know when Elizabeth conceived, and we know how pregnant she was when Mary visited her, then we can draw a rough conclusion about when Christ was born. The date of December 25th was chosen

About twenty five years ago I was living in a little coastal New England town called Rowayton. Set on a peninsula it started out as a fishing village with tiny seasonal cottages constructed primarily by the fishermen themselves. But, as all things in Connecticut go... "the money" found it and now the cottages are gone. Now, McMansions crowd the postage stamp sized lots and it's very chic to say that you live in Rowayton. Back in those days - when I had money, and a job where I didn't come home smelling like a camel's backside - I was still heavily involved in my first love; the theatre. From the time I was very young I had a love affair going on with the stage. I was an awkward kid; very shy and kind of dorky and the only place I really felt comfortable was on the stage. See, on the stage I wasn't me, I was a character. I'd immerse myself completely in the character and there wouldn't be a shred left of me on that stage. I continued with my acting

Let me just start by sharing a few Bible verses. I'm sure many people have read these a number of times but perhaps not connected them with the very first lie, told to Eve by Satan. What was that lie?  Genesis 3:4 And the serpent said to the woman, ye shall not surely die. This same lie is still being told in our world today, and now we're telling it to each other. It's the very basis for the belief in the paranormal, in ghosts, in hauntings. You will not surely die. What does happen to us after our earthly, mortal bodies are worn out? If you're a Christian and believe what the Bible says, then take a look at the verses below.  Daniel 12:2 says this -  Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt Psalms 13:3  Consider and hear me, O  Lord  my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death 1 Corinthians 15:51  Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shal

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The bathroom is our friend. It's there for us in our deepest time of need. It's there for us when we're at our lowest, at times in our lives when no one else would want to be near us. So why are people so mean to their bathrooms when they're moving out of a home? Why did that poor toilet ever do to them ? The first time the property management office called me and asked if I'd be willing to "once in a while" clean a vacant home for them it was at my husband's suggestion. The place he was remodeling was in desperate need of a cleaning and they didn't have anyone at that time to take care of it. So they called me. I told them I'd be happy to do it. Happy. I actually used the word happy.  I put on some old cut-off sweats and a grubby t-shirt. It was summer. In the south. It was about 90 degrees outside at midday. Have you ever been in a trailer in the summer? You cannot live in these things in the summer without good A/C. They're ovens! 

Once upon a time, in a land known as East Haven, CT.... I was 42 years old and single. Then, one December day I was on Facebook and noticed a post on the wall of an old high school friend. I read the post, and then the comments and a familiar old name caught my eye. His name was Martin Petry and he was someone I'd had a fond eye on in high school, back in the early 1980s. I sent him a Friend Request, which he accepted and we started talking online, and then on the phone. He was living in Rhode Island, just two hours from where I was. He was working as a tree-climber but his passion was writing. He told me he'd written a book and self-published it. I immediately went to Amazon, found and purchased it. The minute it arrived I tore into it. It was a Tom Clancy style book, with lots of twists and turns and fully developed characters. I was hooked. The title was Hard Justice: The Violation. It was the first book in what he'd planned on being a trilogy. The other books were most

I'd heard of cockroaches before. I'd seen them skittering about in movies. I had never actually seen one in person. Until I started cleaning vacant rental properties. The first time I saw a cockroach it wasn't just A roach. It was a sea of them. A tenant had just been evicted - not just from the park, but from the country. As soon as he was deported we got possession of the trailer back. I was handed a key (because I hadn't yet been given a master key to all the homes, being new and all...) and asked to go take a look to see what kind of condition it was in and what kind of repairs we were likely to have to do. I walked over to the small two bedroom, one bath trailer that the man had occupied with his wife and two small children. His wife had taken off with the kids just weeks earlier, for parts unknown. I opened the door. I saw the bugs straight away - it was hard to miss them; crawling on the walls, dripping off the ceiling.... There was furniture in the house

Today started out fine. I got up a little early to spend a few minutes with my husband over coffee. Our dog, Coda split a toenail last week and it came off a day or two after I noticed it, so he's been limping his ninety pound self around and it takes a little longer to get him to go up and down the stairs from the deck to the ground. But it's all good, the toe is healing. The weather was good, a little overcast but it's November. I hate this daylight savings thing. Hate, loathe and despise it. I had to wait until it was full light out in order to get my first job related thing done, because where I was heading, there was probably no electricity. I was also pretty sure there would be roaches, so I made sure I dressed appropriately, with my pant legs tucked into my socks. Tenants had been evicted, and where there's an eviction there's always some kind of infestation. Or worse. There's worse? Oh, yeah, there's worse. Should I back up a little? I should proba

In 2006 I drove from East Haven, CT to Orange, MA (several hours of roadtime) to see a litter of puppies.  I'd heard from a co-worker that her father, who lived in MA was getting a puppy from some friends who'd just had a litter.  The father was an English Lab (they are known for a broader chest, a boxier head, etc) and the mother was an American Lab (they have a pointier face and are a little smaller in general).  I saw a picture of the large litter, fell in love and decided that since my two Shelties were getting on in their years, I was going to need a puppy. People get puppies all the time - on a whim, at the drop of a hat, without truly thinking things all the way through.  I see this more and more as I settle into my new life down here in the South.  We live in a mobile home community (a trailer park, but no one's name is Earl here) and it seems like everywhere I look there's a dog that someone is having a problem with.  Bad choices ruin good dogs.  So I tho

The holidays are almost upon us. Heck, it wasn't even Halloween yet and there were Christmas items showing up on the shelves in stores. Earlier and earlier every year this new holiday, Hallowthanksmas arrives. How differently do you celebrate the holidays now than you did when you were growing up? Are there traditions from childhood that you cling to and continue and pass on to your own kids? Marty and I don't really have a whole lot of tradition here. Some years we've celebrated holidays at home alone, some years we've had people over, some years we haven't been at home at all but have gone to the homes of friends or family. This year, all I want to do is stay home together, eat a load of good food and watch football. I don't even want to get out of my jammies. The whole day. That's all I want. And that's what we're going to do. Our old turkey fryer bit the dust year before last and I just ran out and purchased another for $37 (we paid $75 for the