We had a nice time at the cabin, and got a lot of exercise, hauling and stacking the cord of wood for under the cabin. My lower back was sore, but no real damage. We came back last night pretty tired. Tomorrow I have a day of fasting and then the colonoscopy bright and early Wednesday morning. How I look forward to it all - not!
This morning I was walking the dogs and saw that our former neighbors' house on the street above us badly bashed in by the winds. It must have been a huge tree, because it crushed the dome part and a lot of the roof. That house was in the New York Times when it was built, because our friends' architect took a boring stucco bungalow and made it into a casbah kind of Thousand and One Nights dreamscape. Then furniture was custom made for it and it was like stepping into a house in Fez, Morocco. Right after they completed it, we went to war with Iraq over the Kuwaiti invasion, and it's been politically correct ever since to have an Arab abode. Pretty funny. Our friends sold the house a few years ago and it has had several owners since, each of whom didn't want the furniture, which was given to a nearby museum charity, and each tried to paint over the mosaic tile and garnishes and bright colors. They washed it down, diluted it, and made it even stranger. Kind of sad, but one man's dream is another man's nightmare, I guess.
I'm reading an old Josephine Tey I love, "Brat Farrar". What a jewel of a mystery.
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