"OH, YOU CAN'T HELP THAT," SAID THE CAT, "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE."
--Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Monday, October 7, 2019

Good News

Yes, I heard back from Aidan and what good news he had to tell! He is now the first chair of his Philadelphia Youth Orchestra cello section. Go, Aidan! I'm looking forward to a couple of solo moments he'll have in the coming season's program, as well.

We still find a moment for walks around the farm between the weather and differing schedules. Aidan captured a photo of a fawn we came upon in the tall grass.
This is one of several times we've found a fawn tucked away along our farm path.
Carol emailed good news moments, too, that she and Janie have loved. She included their own video of Munchie...to quote Carol: "90 lb African turtle , one of the ranch hands found walking in the road in Tubac..probably 50+ years old..we fed him some apple"... Picasso, Wendy's found bird, has a buddy in Tubac, Arizona, Munchie, who shares with him finding the person or people who in all the world would take care of them.



As another testament to animal care, John assisted Wendy by holding onto a rooster who needs her daily ministrations for his damaged foot. Usually, Aidan has that job, but John was home early from work.


But, back to Tucson where extended summer is happening, Carol sent a short snippet of their back yard water feature...



We go to the Foreign Desk now to report that Marge, family and friends are touring Ireland.
Nice photo, ladies.
Have a great trip!

Last night, I ate an ear of corn that tasted so good it was like eating candy. The long summer weather has kept the sweet corn crop coming in at the local farm market. Soon, that will be over and the satisfactions of summertime fruit and vegetables will change to storable winter squashes and root vegetables--"grown in dirt" says one roadside stand.

In other good news, the walk-in closet is complete. I know, you weren't thinking much about the big closet here in my digs. But I sure was and am now basking in an afterglow. You'd think if you were inside my brain that I'd just painted the ceiling in the Sistine Chapel. Instead, it is an ordinary accomplishment that has lent an outsized sense of satisfying peace. Also, objects or images I wanted around me are unpacked and up, or clustered here and there in a new familiarity.

Pat surprised me with an early Christmas gift for which I thank her since it not only has a row of kitty images, it blocks the bright hall light coming under the apartment door at night.





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