Good fences…
… and an old toilet on the porch…
Marilyn?! Really???
If you were this girl – if you were any girl – would you have the desire to wear a Marilyn locket?
And then there were two
As a former restaurant, we had 4 propane tanks all lined up in front of the house. We don’t use as much hot water or heat as a restaurant, and we’ve converted a lot of our appliances to electric anyway, plus the pellet stove.
So, we convinced the gas company to haul away two of the tanks, giving us another few feet of usable space ( or at least beautifiable space ) in front.
some of our heating
Just like Euell Gibbons
Well, almost. Blackberry picking with Sherry and Prov this weekend followed by a lovely dinner.
In the eye of the beholder
Paris has been aggressive in making sure it doesn’t turn into a museum. Do we prefer the 19th century fountain or the 21st?
And now this
Vacations are great, but it’s also great to be home. And so, on to the next chapter…
The home I returned to is a wreck, but that’s a good thing. The long-delayed next phase of the remodel is fully underway, with all of the walls and ceiling in the living and dining room torn apart, waiting for new insulation, rewiring, and so on. Lee moved all the furniture out into Chuck’s garage, except for a very cozy little set up in the kitchen.
It will be very exciting to have the upstairs completely done, which should be about another four weeks from now.
Serendipity
On my recent trip I spent a lot of time taking my camera in and out of a pocket or backpack, turning it on and off, trying to grab a shot before it was too late. As a result, there were a fair number of unintentional exposures: hooray for digital cameras with no marginal per-picture cost.
For whatever reason, this one struck me as inordinately attractive when I looked at it that evening. Pure formlessness, unreconizable. So much of the trip was a fairly intense attempt to recognize something: a bike rider behind his sunglasses, a half-remembered word on the menu, the correct exit off a roundabout, a pedaling threshold that will balance beating the guy in front with the possibility of cramps. A whole lot of left brain, and in that sense not unlike my normal life.
Somehow, this blurry picture which appeared in my camera roll one tired evening led me to a sort of mini epiphany and served for the rest of the trip as a reminder to stop, switch cerebral hemispheres, and just enjoy, which I did.
Les francs-tireurs
The Paris city government turns the banks of the Seine into a sort of public beach and amusement area in the summer.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 