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.
Cute bowl! How lucky you are to have an accomplished friend who would make that for you.
I had some kind of change on my laptop the other day. My Photoshop program, which I knew was updating behind the scenes because new symbols would add in, suddenly started crashing. Finally, after opening it a few times, it gave me a window that said the graphics card needed updating so it was closing down some Photoshop functions. Time to switch over to my new laptop. I should have switched some time ago.
We’re at the cottage and did some outside cleaning and painting of exterior shutters, today. The shutters are going from red to blue. Also did some spatter paint on a metal star I want to hang outside. Plus while we were out getting some veggies, I picked up a cute “Welcome Harvest” sign which will return to the house with us. We won’t be returning to the cottage much now until spring.
I love the bowl Teri, I feel very lucky. The same fellow who made this bowl for me gave me my Bodhrán. He knew I was interested in the drum, and he found this one in the garbage room in the apartment building where he was temporarily living at the time, so he grabbed it and passed it on to me. I love this drum, it has such a rich deep sound. He is a very nice person, still going strong with the pottery.
I always feel sad when I have to leave a piece of my technology behind, but things change, and like it or not, we have to move along with it. Thank goodness you had the new laptop to move onto.
It sounds like your cottage is coming along, more the way you want it all the time. We hope to do some more camping in Grace The Trailer during October, but it remains to be seen. We will need to winterize by the end of the month though, put in the mouse traps, bring home all the fabrics, and put the cover on the trailer, it came with a cover for winter. It is the time of year where we turn our attentions to our winter homes, preparing for the colder months.
That’s what we’re getting ready to do, turn our attention to our home. We still have the deck to paint and we need to finish off some projects that we started and that lost steam.
We had our Thanksgiving meal, today. A pork roast with parsnips, turnips, potatoes, carrots and onions, plus pumpkin pie for dessert. Yum! Happy Thanksgiving, Maggie and Attila!
Your Thanksgiving meal sounds so delicious Teri! Happy Thanksgiving to you and DH!