The weather is warm again today, and cloudy. I have been working on my book and updating Attila’s iPad, it took some doing, Apple insisted on changing something, I haven’t yet figured out just what the changed. The pop up window said that the password would be changed with a new pass code. Time will tell what that was all about.
This morning I wanted a breakfast that included some complete protein. Using a slice of pumpernickel bread, dipped in an egg/milk/cinnamon mixture, the microwave was used to “bake” French Toast. It was topped with sliced strawberries. No sugar or salt was added to the dish. Luckily the strawberries were ripe enough to be sweet. It was a good breakfast.
It is Friday! What happened to Thursday! Somehow I missed Thursday altogether. The house is in chaos, tools, furniture moved out of the way of the window replacement project, items piled up in the corners. Tonight Attila is priming the drywall, tomorrow he will paint it. Tomorrow Attila will install the interior trim. The exterior trim was installed last night. With any luck, we will be celebrating a finished project on Saturday night.
Here is a little bit of writing I did today. I think it is inspired by golden toilets and the people who on those thrones. A little on the dark side, but such is life from time to time.
Visiting The Rich
We could see the dwelling in the distance, a mansion in the forest, its lights on the dark water, reaching, commanding. The pines, the cedars, the maples, and the oaks, that lined the shore, were decorated with light, ornaments on display. It was a vision.
As we were greeted at the door by the smiling faces of our hosts, a warmth greeted us, and the smell of new wood, of polish, of spotless cleanliness. The warmth was inviting.
Stepping into the large dining area, the first thing that caught my eye was the painting. It is that painting that insidiously smirks its way into my mind’s eye, when I think of the rich.
A very large painting, larger than life size, it portrayed the image of a beautiful woman, dressed in a formal gown, almost a costume, feather plumes around her head, an elaborately decorated fan held artfully in her right hand. She gazed into the room thoughtfully, a subtle smile on her lips, her eyes full of hatred and calculation. It hung alone on the wall, in the room, watching.
It was an unusual evening, in that we were seated at a table with an artist, with whom conversation flowed easily, warmly. Softened by the glow of good company, as we departed, I gave the host a little hug, while thanking him for the wonderful evening. He recoiled in horror, as if he had been touched by the unclean, his deep and genuine revulsion open and immediate. Turning his back to me, he took up conversation with other bewildered departing guests.
The visit haunts me.
The Ice Queen of Narnia is not a character of the imagination.
Last but not least for today, the blue bowl that I referred to in my last entry.
Date: 1:00 PM EDT Friday 6 October 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.9 kPa
Dew point: 12.1°C
Wind: SSE 6 km/h
Visibility: 24 km
“Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.”
1872 – 1970
This is not to say that every eccentric opinion is now accepted, something to keep in mind at all times.