Doors As A Personal Statement

 Oh, for a summer’s day.

But the real reason for this bucolic French door is to encourage you to think about your own doorway.  We take them for granted, but whether brightly painted, dingily weathered, flanked by flowers, or guarded by a mangy dog,  our doorways  say a lot about who we are.

Next time you run to the store and buy something to spruce up your living room …  maybe consider spending a couple buck to make your gateway to the world look more interesting.

This delightful old lady happened to be sitting here working on a little lace work.   Weathered skin, somber faced when left on her own — but upon striking up a conversation she was as bright of mind and shiny in personality as a newborn.

I  love old people (better watch how I say that — someday I’ll be one too!)

Good Health News

Finally some good news on the father-in-law-health front.

We’ve  spoken with the surgeon who is now ready to release the old boy to a rehab center.  While Frank continues quite weak, and will need significant exercise and the rebuilding of muscle tissue that hast atrophied — yet it’s good to have a step forward, and a step closer to a return to his home.

Frank’s always been a wonderful, proud, active guy — it will be good if we can see him return to his life, and to his girlfriend (yup — at 85 he’s still a vibrant, active male <snicker>).  We wish him only the   best.

And it looks as if his need for additional  rehab needs will mean that one of us remains in Frank’s hometown, minding the house and nagging the old boy to do his exercises…. better to be temporarily disliked as the whip-cracker than to see him decline into senility and incapacity.

A Clock, A Rope, and A Scowl

What’s she thnking, this pretty lady staring at the clock and awaiting the application of rope?