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Well, well….
This Old House had a well right in the courtyard next to the kitchen. Back in the 1800’s that was a good location so that the main water source was close to the residence for cooking, bathing,etc. Because we made the decision to move the house back about 40 feet from the road onto a new foundation, (it used to sit right next to the road) the old well would have been obliterated. So Mike dismantled it and moved it back along with the house. It is now fully functional again…
Tile we meet again….
Remember the tile scene? Well this is how it turned out…. and I’m thinking it looks pretty OK. Maybe I should e-mail this photo to the wonderful saleswoman who loved her job so much she practically gave it to me.
The granite for the island has been installed, and I love it beyond reason. (that’s true) Readers of my original blog might remember the granite warehouse expedition… that day was nothing short of an arctic adventure, parka required -and nobody told me that- so I chattered and shivered my way through the isles and isles of slabs of stone for atleast 100 hours before we succumbed to frostbite agreed on a slab. It was worth it.
Blazing Saddles
Home
Wherever you hang your hat, whether it’s a condo, apartment, house or tiki hut… it’s a space you call your own. When you’ve had a bad day or you’re feeling less than stellar, where would you most like to be? Probably curled up on the couch or in your favorite reading chair or under the covers in your bed… in your sanctuary.. your home.
So can you imagine what it’s like if at the worst time in your life, when the chips are down and you’re most alone, there is no home. No sanctuary, no place to hang that hat…. if you own one.
Tonight I tagged along with my new neighbor, Carol, and her church group. On the last Tuesday evening of every month they come together at the Congregational Church kitchen and make a delicious hot meal using old family recipes. The food is then loaded into cars and taken to a nearby homeless shelter, where they serve approximately 40 people.
I wanted to take them all home, especially the older gentleman who looked to be around 80 and in poor health. He was so grateful for that meal and a pleasure to talk to..and I thought how does it come to this… why isn’t there a better solution for this man.? There were also young men and women, all of whom look haunted. I don’t know their stories, but their pain is clear. And so is their need… our need… to take better care of those who have not been so blessed.
Thankfully there are people like those I met tonight in the church kitchen. I plan to join them on their next Midnight Run, a drive to the New Haven green and occasionally NYC to deliver blankets, food and toiletries to the homeless. As I sit here typing out this post with all I need a stone’s throw away I realize it’s the least I can do, and I hope I remember to appreciate all that is good. Every. Single. Day.
Misty Morning
I’ve been walking this walk for about 15 years. It’s a simple country road and usually my mind is in high gear as I walk or jog along… the worries of the day, problems that need solutions, planning the day ahead, fretting over what I need to get done or shouldn’t have done, said or didn’t say. Yesterday I tried not to do that, because I’ve realized I never give myself a break from it. Being “in the moment” doesn’t come easy to me but change is always possible.
It’s easy to be absorbed in the problems of the day and lose sight of what’s right in front of us to enjoy, in that very moment. Here’s to just “being”….
Don’t Fence Me In
Aww shucks.
I love spending time outdoors with my dogs…
Blueberry Buckle
One of my favorite foods in the whole world are blueberries. My grandmother Elsie used to make the most awesome pies… blueberry when she knew I’de be there to share it. On summer evenings we’de sit out on her back porch eating plump blueberries sprinkled with sugar in a bowl full of cream.
No man is an island…
Jeff working on trim …