Archive for August, 2008
There’s lots to do in the city to get ready for the big move so this week we whipped up to the house for a quick 24 hours to meet with the contractor and do a little maintenance and tidying.
M decided that the time had come for tackling his “white whale” project – taking down the flagpole. It’s been bugging him with its brazen rustiness and he wanted it gone.
Armed with WD40 and wrenches he set to it. Surprisingly the bolts gave way quite easily. He came in to get the hammer and I followed him back out to document the process.
When I saw this expression on his face and his arms shaking I worried I was photographing his demise and yelled “D’you need some help?!!” but he was much too focused to hear me. (This is the picture that’s been cracking us up for days. But only because he was not crushed by the pole.)
I’m still flirting with the idea of flying the Scottish flag (this one, or maybe this one) while M just wanted the flagpole gone so the compromise was to take it down and store it for possible future rehabilitation. The only space long enough was the 2nd floor of the barn which required some leverage,
I’m thinking a planter or some shrubs would be good where the base is. That’s if M doesn’t take it out with some dynamite while I’m not looking.
It started to rain on my way home but I had my umbrella. Once I was on the bus it began to pour down. I thought about the idea of letting myself be bored so instead of reading I watched the pattern of the water on the windows, and noticed how people were standing under awnings, waiting for the rain to pass. I saw 3 dogs tied up outside a store and they were doing the same thing as the people, staying close to the building. One of them looked up at the sky as if he was trying to guess when it would stop.
The rain seemed to make people friendlier, hanging out together when normally they’d be rushing along alone. Then the sun broke through and the light was extremely white and reflected off all the shiny wetness so that people looked like silhouettes walking down the street. It was so beautiful.
This guy was hanging out on my back step. I left the door open for the longest time, afraid to smoosh him. The eye spots are wild. Anyone know who s/he is?
Rose rightly identified it in her comment as an Eyed Click Beetle. See more information here, and here including, “In hot weather, they are prone to enter people’s houses at night if entries or windows are left opened.”
This one did not “click”, although we did find it upside-down later on, so perhaps it clicked when we weren’t looking.
I’ve started packing, which always takes me down memory lane.
Phyllis and Margaret were my grandmother’s cousins – seen here circa 1919. I think it was 1990 when they moved to a nursing facility, after living independently in their little house in Edinburgh became too challenging. They were both in their 90s.
I had just moved to my first apartment and was given a gorgeous set of maple bedroom furniture from their home, and a lot of household stuff no one else wanted. The furniture is still in Scotland but some of the smaller items ended up coming to America with me, including this bread bin from their kitchen.
And this little leather briefcase, now falling apart.
I keep my stash of most treasured vintage fabric and lace scraps in in.
I want to take all the lace out to play but I need to shove it back in there for now. It deserves way more respect and attention. Maybe at the new house I can frame some of it.