Friday, July 7, 2017
The birds they sang
At the break of day
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Yeah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells
(ring the bells)
that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
(there is a crack in everything)
That's how the light gets in
Yesterday this picture was received in cell phone video format - I "screen shot" it, ran it through an app (PRISMA) to render this which I think captures the spirit of the bell as well as any image might. It was sent to me from the best man at my brother's wedding to his last wife - Tommy inherited the grandchildren, so dearly cherished, after a time during that last union. I think those little relationships were valued as truly precious and appreciated by him. He was estranged from his own daughter for reasons beyond my understanding, tangled as they were by the hasty shotgun wedding followed by a nasty divorce some several years later. He wasn't to meet his grandson ... or the granddaughter who arrived after his death. I think time would have restored that relationship ... but time ran out. The absent father of a step-daughter found in what turned out to be his last years, or maybe it was grace, provided happy faced grandchildren to ring this bell in remembrance of their Papa Tom as they called him. His friend, the kids other granddad, hung Tommy's bell. Very sweet.
Monday, July 3, 2017
First "thing" for the next house (closing this month).
We saw these pendant lights at a shop in Boulder while up there last week.
I call it house jewelry.
This is what the outside front yard currently looks like.
I love that it has no landscaping and is a blank canvas waiting to be "fixed".
It's going to be very easy to make it look something like this
We will do a new front door before we move in (it will be painted as will the new shutters).
My husband thinks cedar posts will be better than the heavier rock columns so replacing those is pretty high on the check list. It has a front loading garage and I want to incorporate a trellis over the doors that will also be built from cedar. There isn't a walk way up to the front door.
So - From the street I want to see mostly native grasses and Cactus. Between the middle yard under the trees where the ornamental grasses will be planted, I want to create a more colorful view (as seen from the house looking towards the street. The flowers will be tucked in behind the higher grasses.
Here are some of my inspiration shots:
|coral honeysuckle and/or trumpet vine|
on garage trellis and extended around corner beyond fence to the side door on trellis type roof.
The right side yard is wider and also has a gate to the back yard, but no walk way - I like the pavers but over all it will have a less formal feel - there are trees over there. If we use this paver idea, we will also use them for the sideway to the front door ... they'll lead up to the covered porch and may enlarge it proving more space for an out door chair or two.
May have room for an ornamental tree in the front yard - if we do, it will be this.
Front right corner.
These are climbing roses for a couple of small wall trellises on the wider and unfenced side yard
Almost exactly our front porch - I'll move the planting bed out considerably though, making room for the little flowers to be enjoyed from the rooms on the front of the house.
Yay! They arrived safely and are waiting to be installed!
Thursday, June 29, 2017
|Blackhawk, which I've never flown ... haven't even ever had a helicopter ride. Some of my former students went the military route and love flying 'em ... and actually, one of my commercial instructors was a Naval Aviator who most preferred the whirlybirds. He was a bit of a butt ... bitter about a wife who remained married to him during her cavorting years as he steadfastly served our Country overseas. I don't blame him, it just made the W/B (managing his baggage) overly complicated within the confines of a training environment. |
That little pencil sketch was something I drew a long time ago - a self portrait of "little" me.
I'm amazed at how much flight training material that I have to throw away. I can't keep on moving all this stuff around with me! Because I taught ground school to large classrooms full of hopefuls in a University setting, my notes are more formal than a one on one type learning relationship would indicate. No one needs my notes now.
My instructing days are behind me. Today I threw away a 24" piece of fuel line. Ironically, some very fine notes were refiled in a faded glory box and are awaiting the recycling pick up at the curb.
factors beyond your control &
factors you choose not to control ...
found written in my hand and neatly stacked in an accordion file full of lecture notes and carefully curated props.
I'd frequently have something like that written on a white board or projected on the big screen for the kids to think about while the room was filling up. Sometimes I would "slide-show" poetically majestic full color pictures taken from a flight deck and carefully collected over time, sometimes the black and white of an NTSB accident report was a more appropriate way to begin a lecture. Flying well is serious business. I'm glad I got to work with aviation students. It feels weird throwing that stuff away, like it doesn't matter, or is no longer important ... no longer relevant ... . I'm waiting for that (good) feeling of having shed something one no longer needs. Right now I just feel a little sick about it.
I have a lot of really good stuff - books mostly, FAA publications ... cool stuff, that I'd like to give to someone who will use it. I'll keep a headset.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Hike around National Center for Atmospheric Research - the trails were great and the Center was made even cooler by being a free resource and having a beautiful lunchroom/cafeteria
Pearl Street Mall area in downtown Boulder -
we spend several hours on several different days during our visit here
there was always something different to see
lots of fun
Brunch in Lewisville at The Huckleberry - delicious
(and super cute with outstanding service)
Train ride and silver mine tour at Georgetown, Colorado.
Super fun and very informative.
(And I learned a new word = Tommyknocker)
cowboy dugout replica - you could practically walk right by this place without seeing it
I was telling my husband that when I was little I used to very carefully lift this dried, crack earthen tiles up and rebuild the pattern somewhere near by - like puzzle pieces. He said I must must not have had much to do as a child.
Friday, June 23, 2017
This is the first time we have driven in to Denver via the SE route. The unrelenting flatness was a huge surprise to me. And I was amazed to see the classic structure of this thunderstorm cloud. I thought we would be driving right through it but we skated the edges, negotiating the blowing dust on the SW side - maybe 10 large drops of rain spatted the windshield. I am used to seeing systems with "red" in lines. These seem to spin off of Pikes Peak in small clusters or as this one, an energized lone ranger.
Large aircraft in the area took it all in stride. I bet it's bumpy coming in to DEN.