bridg­ing the old and new

-- November 14th, 2015 --
river evening view

I can’t remem­ber a busier two weeks than the last two have been.  It’s a bit of a relief to have Sat­ur­day come, a Sat­ur­day with no plans, such a con­trast with my Barnes Sat­ur­days that always involved at least a long morn­ing bell-ringing prac­tice, and a visit to the farmer’s mar­ket.  This Sat­ur­day means stay­ing home and watch­ing the rain pour down our enor­mous win­dows, watch­ing the traf­fic and tourists go by, feel­ing lucky to be inside.  Yes­ter­day I fell vic­tim to a mas­sive hail­storm with a badly func­tion­ing umbrella and bare ankles.  Not a happy memory.

rainy window

Some­day, when Avery is home to trans­late the Latin inscrip­tion, we’ll have to find out who this fel­low is down below.

rainy statue

Hav­ing lived with him stand­ing stal­wart on his pedestal for nearly three weeks now, it’s amaz­ing that it wasn’t until yesterday’s windy hail­storm that I noticed his cloth­ing MOVES.  So does his head!  What on earth are they made of.?  I’ll let you know, when I find out.

We are beginning…