10.21.2020

back at the old stand

 

Yes, I went to the Ansel Adams show, which I will get around to reviewing presently. I wound my way back around the hairpin turns in the foggy Ozark hills and home to the Goose and a rainy, dark day.

Meanwhile on Block Island, my house is being taken apart and put back together. 

The trim and casings of all windows are rotted. They are spongy to the touch. So Ana's son Waldyn has been ripping them off, piecing and bondoing them back together or replacing. He has been sending me pix in progress. The end result looks swell. But, oh, the getting there. . .


Also this from my bro and niece, if you have not seen it.


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