Yesterday however was our first open house and there were 3 couples who viewed the home, all were apparently impressed with it. We'll see what the color of their money is before we get overly excited though.
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A special note of thanks to Bob and Colleen for the work they did to make our property look as nice as it does. They drove out here, crossing nearly 1/2 of the continent and got stuck in to all sorts of hard labor. The lawn looks so much better and we can actually see through all the windows in the porch for the first time in a long time. Its fitting that as our time in the US draws to a close that we remember with equal gratitude the loving support that Coleen was to Judy during a different period of adjustment to life in 'merica. You (pl.) have been a blessing to us both.
With the house on the market we are now really starting to focus on getting ready to leave - the countdown is speeding up. June 17th will be our last day in Connecticut. So much still to do! However Judy was able to relax a little for the first time in a long time on the Saturday after the Open Home. We are very grateful that her health has stayed as well as it has. Sola Dei gloria.
Now - Broken Glass? Firstly as we were getting ready to visit Eliot and Chana before Church this evening Troy dropped an Arcoroc plate (sort of like Pyrex). It shattered in a quite spectacular manner and I could hear glass shards sliding out of the kitchen, through the lounge, even down the steps to the front door. That was a good plate and had served us well for at least 25 years.
Secondly, we went to another spectacular concert at Yale on Friday night. Bach's Mass in B minor is a truly beautiful piece of worship. To be honest though most of it is way beyond me. For me it's like a glass of really great wine. I can't tell you why the wine is special, but I will take a second glass.
Our trip home after the concert was full of discussion about the different soloists, the instruments used etc. The Alto was sublime and the tenor also had a beautiful solo with flute accompaniment. Then we called Troy and he told us that 'Doug' had my iPad. That was all the information Troy had. Things slowed down for me at that point.
Who was Doug? Why does he have my iPad? Thinking back through the day I hadn't really left the house at all. Was senility setting in that fast? Had I really gone to visit my good friend, lent him my iPad and then forgotten even that I know him?
Well Saturday morning answered all my questions. 'Someone' had left the iPad on the roof of the car. There it stayed for 5.5 miles until it decided enough was enough. Doug came past a little while latter and saw this sad sight on the side of the road, stopped, picked it up and then managed to find my phone number and return it to us on Saturday morning. Here she is.
You can see the glass is shattered, the case (the black edges) is shattered as well. It now rattles. It also still works! This picture shows Mum de Vries calling us on Skype. The touch screen still works, the speakers, the internet. The only thing I'm not sure about yet is the camera. That area is really badly damaged (you can see into the case there), but I'll have a play with it in the morning. Right after I make an emergency trip for a replacement!
Thirdly;
| We are the hollow men | |
| We are the stuffed men | |
| Leaning together | |
| Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! | |
| Our dried voices, when |
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| We whisper together | |
| Are quiet and meaningless | |
| As wind in dry grass | |
| Or rats' feet over broken glass |
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| In our dry cellar | |
| Shape without form, shade without colour, | |
| Paralysed force, gesture without motion; | |
| Those who have crossed | |
| With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom | |
| Remember us - if at all - not as lost |
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| Violent souls, but only | |
| As the hollow men | |
| The stuffed men. |
I do love this poem!
