Birds of a Feather
Jacqueline Winspear
Came across an interesting book the other day. This mystery novel tells the story of one Maisie Dobbs, a single woman in London, 1930, who has started a detective agency. Hired by a successful businessman to find his missing daughter, the inimitable Miss Dobbs discovers a link to the Great War and its lasting legacy of pain and bitterness. A thought provoking story, detailing a forgotten event in the history of WWI.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Something Cold and Wet...
The other morning, I sleepily turned off my alarm, clambered out of bed, and shuffled to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower, and immediately perceived something wet sliding down my back. The plumbing pipes which are positioned above the ceiling of our bathroom decided to leak, rotting the wood and soaking the ceiling tiles. For a day or two, we had a few bulging tiles which threatened to drop on us when we walked warily beneath them. Now, we have an open 2 foot by 1 foot hole, which has showed us more about the plumbing in our ancient apartment building than we ever wanted to know! All in all, though, I much prefer older rentals with character to newer, prefab ones. Much more interesting to live in. Keeps life an adventure.
The other morning, I sleepily turned off my alarm, clambered out of bed, and shuffled to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower, and immediately perceived something wet sliding down my back. The plumbing pipes which are positioned above the ceiling of our bathroom decided to leak, rotting the wood and soaking the ceiling tiles. For a day or two, we had a few bulging tiles which threatened to drop on us when we walked warily beneath them. Now, we have an open 2 foot by 1 foot hole, which has showed us more about the plumbing in our ancient apartment building than we ever wanted to know! All in all, though, I much prefer older rentals with character to newer, prefab ones. Much more interesting to live in. Keeps life an adventure.
Whirling Dervishes
I glanced up early yesterday morning to behold a world of swirling snow, drifting swiftly down over the rooftops of downtown Moscow. From my vantage point three stories up, my usual view across town had become an opaque dance of wind currents laden with armfuls of snowflakes. This, fortunately, was not the slow fall of snow that means to stay. This was the sort that falls quickly, dashing toward earth in a rush in order to melt on warmer pavement and roof. And so it is gone.
It's curious, but most of us love snow because is transforms the world around us. Generally speaking, nature is beautiful, but douse it with a light dusting of snow, and it transforms into a fairyland. Same with moonlight. Sunlight can reveal beauty and transform a scene, but it is limited when compared with a wintery snowfall. Perhaps in heaven light will reveal beauty in the same way that snow, covering up and hiding, can do now. We won't rave about moonlight and snow and the way it covers up the dirt and grime. We will see, really see, deeper and further in, in a light that will make all sunny days like the barest glimmer of dawn. I wonder.
I glanced up early yesterday morning to behold a world of swirling snow, drifting swiftly down over the rooftops of downtown Moscow. From my vantage point three stories up, my usual view across town had become an opaque dance of wind currents laden with armfuls of snowflakes. This, fortunately, was not the slow fall of snow that means to stay. This was the sort that falls quickly, dashing toward earth in a rush in order to melt on warmer pavement and roof. And so it is gone.
It's curious, but most of us love snow because is transforms the world around us. Generally speaking, nature is beautiful, but douse it with a light dusting of snow, and it transforms into a fairyland. Same with moonlight. Sunlight can reveal beauty and transform a scene, but it is limited when compared with a wintery snowfall. Perhaps in heaven light will reveal beauty in the same way that snow, covering up and hiding, can do now. We won't rave about moonlight and snow and the way it covers up the dirt and grime. We will see, really see, deeper and further in, in a light that will make all sunny days like the barest glimmer of dawn. I wonder.
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