Life is made up of the routine, over-and-over-type things, and the distinct ones that mark each day. We try to portray some of each every week. I don't worry too much about having one photo for every single day. Here's the mix Week 15.
We see deer quite regularly, but never as close to the house as this week.
We counted six right below the house. Then Mike went out and scared them away, though not intentionally.
Knowing that the grounded grandson was to come here after school, Mike spent part of every day this week cutting down trees. The clearing will hopefully work for a shade-free garden down below next to the house. (Notice the row of daffodils in the back right.)
Here is the 'groundee' on the left, phoning Grandpa because he could not get the 4-wheeler started. His
(How do you like the various reflections as I snapped this picture through the glass door of the solarium-cum-pottery studio?)
As is our Monday routine, we had dinner at son Stephan's who was looking very 'chefly' that night. He was testing Colombian recipes for a wedding he may be catering in the summer. The consensus was--delish!
|ajiaco, arepa y ensalada|
Mike continues doing pottery with the young folk at the Red Barn three afternoons a week. It's a good thing we were sick during spring break so he did not have to miss these fun times.
These are my new glasses. My old rimless, lightweight, spring-frame ones broke and were irreplaceable. Nobody has said anything. I don't know whether they look bad or are such a good fit that no one notices.
Friday we were invited to a special event--a memorial chapel and luncheon to honor the memory of Rick Seaman. The beautiful salad is only symbolic of the wonderful time with our friend Joanne and others remembering the legacy of her late husband.
Then back home to the many ongoing projects. Everywhere I look there is something in progress. I keep busy going from one to another and am never bored. As an example, I show you this table in the solarium. I am going through years of correspondence with a prisoner whose wife I befriended in Uruguay in the '80s when the ship we lived and worked on, the M/V Doulos, visited Montevideo. It has been very interesting to revisit the story of their lives in hopes of reconnecting and making a difference. I was able to visit Elena during my most recent trip to South America.
Notice the spring flowers. I picked only the ones with bent stems or weighed down touching the ground and gathered enough for two vases this size and a bouquet for the neighbor.
One more detail in the photo: the cat wants in--his scratching to get in is a constant routine.
We finished off the week tonight by going to the monthly musical evening at the Gray Barn. A very good blue grass band caters to the likes of us older folk.