I went to an event discussing blogging last
night, I can say it was excruciatingly long on
time and short of content as most blogs are...
Then there's mine.. I hope.
As you all know out there in the world
I have moved into a lovely old house
with a commanding view of the Mohawk
Harriet found herself at the Town Hall
yesterday with some time to kill
and happened onto the town historian
who gave us the story of our house.
It was the "Fort" house as he knew it.
This one may be when they moved in.
This one is probably 10-15 years later.
It's the same woman, or at least
She also hung her laundry on a line
under the porch roof.
It's practice that is evidenced in both
these old photos
just zoom on them.
I love a practical woman.
Through the magic of Google Street View
lets look at circa 2006
The first photo dates from around
1870, the second from around 1900
(Pneumatic tyres on the bicycle)
I can just say.. I love this house.
Speaking of pictures.
My shoulder is messed up
I should have not gone skiing
in fact, I should be in pain
About twelve o'clock or due north
from left to right, that tendon should be
all white. As evidenced here, it's not
Not the worse injury in my life
See you all on the flip side.