Selfridges is one of London's oldest department stores and it is a beauty. It's not always for the fiscally faint of heart but no one can deny there are some beautiful things there. This is no more obvious than at Christmas time. Even in October, they had their "Christmas Shop" open -- and it was enchanting.
I think you can imagine that when I saw these two trees flanking the entry as I was walking down the aisle, my pace quickened a bit because I knew I had to see what was inside!
So, what did we do on our first full day out in London? We went to the library!
And believe me, the British Library is no ordinary library. Yes, there are books (although you have to get a special pass to the reading room to actually touch one, except in one of the two gift shops). But there is so much more!
Welcome to London! And welcome back to the travel posts! (I will probably be breaking here and there to fill you in on things like holiday fun). And yes, London was beginning to be decked for the season, too!
I thought that now I was back with posts about our Life Back Home for a bit, I'd share another spirited outing. Our Cork Poppers wine tasting group met in early November with a post Day of the Dead theme, "Wines to Die For" at member Bob's house, assisted by his daughter, Heather, and her son, Andrew. (Note to self: I really need to write these posts up immediately, even if I don't post them, as my notes are a tad sketchy!)
But we were all happy to get our take-away gift early -- these very fun black skull wine glasses that Heather found at Home Goods! Now it was time to start filling them up!
Before we move on to our visit to London, the Cotswolds and more, I thought I might give you a break from travel posts and fill you in on life at home since we've been back. It has been a bit of a whirlwind. We're talking art sale, ditch walks, bugs, and odd autumn happenings!
After a week in the country, we packed our bags, ready to leave for London. In some ways, neither of us wanted to go. Yes, we were excited for London and all that awaited, but we were so very happy here, we knew it would be hard to say goodbye.
Once our things were together, we decided on a last walk, about two miles. We headed toward Monkton Combe, walking well-trod paths. It was a lovely day and we took our time.
While I was admiring the magnificent architecture and glorious peace of Wells Cathedral, Rick took advantage of a beautiful day to do a hike.
Here's another guest post by Rick (actually, his Facebook post of that day) to give you an idea of the beautiful countryside as seen on foot.
Before we left home, as I was checking maps and guidebooks, I saw that the town of Wells wasn't far from Bath. And indeed, when I spoke with friend Martha, she said it was an easy bus ride away. I'd been curious about Wells and its cathedral for years, ever since I saw a photo by my friend, the late travel photographer Wally Parshall. I knew this was a spot I'd like to visit.
Rick, on the other hand, wanted to take advantage of the lovely day to take a hike, so I went into the city and hopped the double decker bus, sitting happily in the first row of the upper level, and off I went to Wells!
One always hears about rain in England and we got the Bath version on this day. And it was odd -- it would pour relentlessly and hard; then stop; then drizzle; then pour again. It was a good morning to stay in for a bit, especially after our walking day in Cardiff. Rick worked on his family tree, I read. But around noon we decided it wasn't going to clear up and we certainly weren't going to stay in the house all day, so off we went! After all, it was a good day for an afternoon tea!
If you saw my post on Cardiff Castle, you'll know we spent a good deal of time there. We were definitely ready for lunch and it didn't take long to find a lively pub with a good menu!
Rick and I decided to split a pint and we ordered hearty lunches -- sausage and mash for him, another steak and mushroom pie for me (not quite as good as Hope and Anchor, but nothing to complain about!).
My second great grandmother was from Wales. I know little about her but I've always been a bit curious about England's neighboring country to the west. So, when we decided to base for a week in Bath, it was an added bonus that a trip to Wales would make for a fun and interesting day.
So, Rick and I took off on the train from Bath. It was a fairly short ride, about 90 minutes, and soon we were in Cardiff. And, I have to say it was the smoothest, most quiet train ride I've ever had -- quite different from our American AMTRAK (at least in Michigan!)
Those of us in America may well have had parents or grandparents who served overseas in World War I or World War II, and many did not return home. But our country was not physically attacked. We may have had blackouts or rations, our men and women and working to support the war effort. But we were not bombed, with entire cities and towns being destroyed. Many in my own generation may or may not have served in the military. In Europe, it was a different story.
Before our trip, we had lunch with our friends Mark and Martha, whose cottage we were renting. They gave us some tips on things we might want to explore while in Bath and one was going to the Independent, a market in the nearby town of Frome (pronounced Froom like broom).
Well, one look at the website and we were all in! So the day after rugby, off we went, boarding the bus (which actually arrived on time right down the hill from us!).
I confess, when Rick said he wanted to go to a rugby game while we were in Bath, I wasn't exactly keen. I mean, what do we know about rugby? I'm not even fond of football and at least I know the rules.
But it is a very English sport and when in Rome (or Bath), get into the swing of it! So, while Rick was out riding his bike from Bath to Bristol and wherever all it took him, I was charged with getting rugby tickets! They weren't terribly expensive and we felt lucky to get them late the day before.
For the most part, Rick and I did pretty much everything together during our trip. But there were a couple of times when we split up because a cyclist has to ride and when it's beautiful, new territory, nothing could have kept Rick from the bike.
So, I'm turning this post over to him, sharing his Facebook post about his cycle ride on our first day. As I was exploring Bath and getting rugby tickets, this was his day!
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All things considered, we woke relatively rested for our first full day in Bath -- and a beautiful one it was. Rick decided it was a perfect day to rent a bike and go on a long ride. I decided to go into the city. Erika asked in the last post if we had a car available or used the bus. For us, it was the bus -- usually (with a couple of exceptions) a very reliable way to get around the area.
So on this morning, I hustled down to the bus, only to stand waiting and waiting. Finally, I wondered if I might be in the wrong place (or had just missed the one before, which is what I realized had happened). Hope and Anchor had turned their closed sign to open so I crossed back over and asked if I might get a cup of tea and a little advice.
One thing we knew for certain when planning our trip. If the cottage we stayed in during our last trip to Bath was still available, we wanted to rent it again and have a longer visit. It was, and we did! (This photo is from my walk in the area.)
At first we thought we might visit Dublin or Edinburgh first. But we decided to spend the whole first week of our holiday in Bath (Midford, actually, about three miles outside the city) and branch off from there. It was a smart idea. (See the travel tips at the end of this post.)
We arrived home in the wee hours of Friday morning after spending a mostly sleepless night in Detroit with the kids, due to the time change and jet lag (which is still lagging). Finally, around 3:30 in the morning we decided to hit the empty expressways (which was very eerie) and get home.
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| Bath, UK |
All you have to do is vote. For many of us, absentee ballots have arrived and in many states, early voting has begun or will shortly. Vote for whomever you choose, but remember this.
The internet and the media are floating with misinformation. If you are like me, you listen -- and then you fact check. Your favorite news source might be CNN. It might be MSNBC. It might be FOX. Especially in the latter cases, you're hearing one set of info presented with "authority." The authority (including the candidates) aren't always spot-on accurate.
We hear out of context clips. We see ads, some of which may be AI-constructed. We hear sound bites on everything from news shows to late night comedy. A lot of it is clever. (In fact, the late night shows are very clever indeed!). But they still come with a point of view.
Ask yourself -- "What matters to me?" Is it child care? The economy? Immigration? Democracy, freedom and the future of America itself? The right to make your own choices -- what to read, how to create (or not create) your family? The justice system? Higher education? The list is never ending.
After you ask yourself what matters most -- ask "who will be most able provide it for me?" And then ask, "Is the information I've been following accurate? Have I checked the facts? And if I have, how do I feel about it?"
Maybe you are a lifelong party member. Party support can be based on family history or even the regions in which we live. But if that party no longer serves you, there is no shame in voting for the other party. It doesn't make you a traitor, it doesn't make you a turncoat, it doesn't make you "bad."
It makes you smart. Because you are voting your values. You are voting for the country. (And guess what -- you don't even have to tell who you voted for!)
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| Source: Ohio State News |
But -- and it's a big but -- do it intelligently. Pick that issue that matters to you most, and then the next one and the one after that. Go to respected fact-check sources, not necessarily those favored by your favorite cable network or news source. (Two of note are FactCheck.org and League of Women Voters, which has links to other respected sites.
And mine them for all they are worth.
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| By Peter Max |
Because guess what -- there is no candidate that doesn't misrepresent the facts. We heard downright intentional lies. (Yes, Governor Kemp DID speak to President Biden, long before one candidate outright lied and said they hadn't communicated and the White House was ignoring Georgia. And the person who confirmed that was Kemp himself.) And we hear spin, interpretation and mis-speaking. Ask yourself, "Is it significant enough to matter?"
You may not know either -- until you do your homework.
I have been inspired by the courage of those who believe very differently on many issues from the candidate they are voting for and supporting in this year because they are voting their values. Voting for who they must this time. In another four years, there will be other candidates -- maybe even one of them. But for now, they are taking the courageous step of voting for the sake of the country over party.
They have done their homework. And doing our homework can be exhausting -- but it is essential.
And they might not -- probably don't -- agree with all they know about that candidate. But they know what they cannot, under any circumstances, support. And to protect that, to do the best they can to prevent that from happening, they will vote their key values for this election.
Too many of us find it easy to be sheep -- and I say that for all parties, all people. We get glitter eyes from the brightest, shiniest object. We remember past times through a gauzy lens. Think about gas prices. These days you hear people say "they are higher than they've ever been." That's not completely true.
Fact check, people. Use your internet talents! You don't know what you find what but it might be surprising. and don't forget to factor in inflation. For example, based on gas-per-gallon costs from the U.S Bureau of Labor Statistics data, in 2021, it was gas averaged at $3.13/gallon ($3.44 inflation-adjusted). Hmm. $3.13 is what I saw on every pump in Lansing, Michigan on September 7. So, I looked at 2018. Yes, it's higher now. By 34 cents. And there's a whole lot more going on internationally now than in 2018. When we're looking back at those days of $1.35/gallon, we're forgetting what that price would be now, that inflation adjustment.
Point is, everyone talks about gas. It goes up and down, like everything else. And rarely, down to "what it used to be." If you get gas prices that are super low, back to prices of many years ago, chances are we are in the next pandemic or another serious national event. Everything costs more than it used too (and more than often, more than it should). But the days of a nickel candy bar are long past -- even at the dollar store.
That gas search led me to the "are you better off now that four years ago?" question. In 2020, the average rate of inflation was 1.2% -- very low. And then came Covid. Portable cold storage trucks turned into morgues, people getting insane advice on injecting bleach and doctors and nurses who couldn't get enough protective gear to safely care for their patients. Perhaps you know people who died. I did. And others who came perilously close.
Supply chain issues sent prices and inflation up (the old supply/demand story). It went as high as 8.0% in 2022. BUT -- it's a big but -- in a mere two years, it has come down to 2.53%.
That's just an example. If you can tell me why I pay $2.29 for a dozen large eggs here and the grocery up north sells the same eggs for $3.59 -- apart from greed -- I'd be curious to hear. Either the avian flu is bringing up prices in one market but keeping them down in another? Or is it price gouging?
Much that happens in our lives comes down to choice. I drive an economically responsible car. Not a hybrid or electric -- I'm not that economically responsible (as anyone who knows me will tell you.) But I make a choice.
People who do not need a truck to haul things about on a regular basis but drive one and complain about gas have no room to do so in my book. Nor does the SUV owner who is a solo person (or even a couple) who are basically going back and forth to work or on a vacation. (If you're hauling around the sixth grade soccer team, a hard-core antiquer, a home woodworker or regularly carting around your merchandise to an art fair or trade show, for example, it's a different matter.) Enjoy your vehicle, ride all you like. But don't complain about gas!
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| My mileage on my 2016 Toyota. (It'll fall this winter with city driving only into the mid-30s.) |
It is a choice. So don't complain when filling the tank costs more.
It's important to look at trends -- not just the past. Trends lead to the future. (And our overall economic trend is a good one.) Yes, we can learn from the past and we must, and yes, our world is fluid. Wars, strikes, natural disasters can affect everyone, not just those in the immediate path. But moving forward is essential.
This election is about choice. We are making a choice as to which candidate we will choose. I will vote for the one I believe will best deliver on choice, freedom, democracy. I will vote for integrity, for facts, for compassion. Those are the values I will vote for.
Other issues popular today -- immigration and the economy to name two, mean a bit less to me. (And I believe the economy is resolving considerably and in time will continue to improve, no matter who wins, with periodic setbacks. That's just life.)
So, I will vote for the candidate whom I feel best supports those issues and best supports people that most need it -- the under served, the children, those working their hardest and getting by on less than they need -- not want, but need. I will vote for the candidate who will best figure out how to intelligently and compassionately handle issues at our borders and those immigrants already here who have worked hard to establish a new life in a new country after living in danger in their homeland.
I will vote so that Carson and Cameron can read the books they want to read, whether others approve or not, and for those I know who will or are facing issues related to gender, personal relationships or reproductive freedom will have the freedom to do so.
And if I have to pay more taxes, I'm good with that. (Although since I fall nowhere near the $400,000 level, that's not an issue, And if the few people I know who fall into that category of an income well above that (I rather doubt they read this blog) -- well, you SHOULD be paying more. It will make little difference to you -- a trip abroad, a new model of car, an addition to your already lovely home. It could make an enormous difference to others.
You may well have early-voted or sent in your absentee ballot. If you are at the polls on November 5, good for you. Voting is a privilege and it is important to do so. If you have to "hold your nose" and vote against party, please do so. What matters is that you vote. We can't complain if we don't vote!
And heaven knows, we all love to complain! (Comments are off for this one.)
September was another "quiet" reading month. But it included two wonderful mysteries and a peek behind the royal curtain.
The trouble with Richard Osmun's "Thursday Murder Club" series is that the books are so delightful that one doesn't want to finish them! Yet, they are so good, you keep reading (and reading and reading), turning pages as fast as you can. A true dilemma!
His most recent offering in the series finds the group concerned about the murder of an antique dealer who was a friend of both characters Bogdan and Stephen. The death was apparently related to drugs but the police department seems less concerned about finding Kulesh's killer than it does the heroin that may well have led to his murder. So, detectives Chris and Donna, along with the senior gang at Cooper's Chase, launch out independently and immerse themselves in finding the murderer -- and the heroin.
As always, Osmun's characters are finely drawn -- former spy Elizabeth; one-time nurse Joyce; psychiatrist Ibrahim and one time union organizer Ron, along with the Polish Bogdan and detectives Chris and Donna. So, too, are some of the potential suspects -- art forger Susanna and her partner, Garth and drug dealers Mitch and Luca.
There are many smiles in this book -- there always are in this series of improbable but delightful situations. But there is also great poignancy and yes, a few tears. It is a worthy offering.
(The first book in the series is currently being filmed with Helen Mirren as Elizabeth, Pierce Brosnan as Ron, Ben Kingsley as Ibrahim and Celia Imrie as Joyce.)
I'll admit I have a fascination with the British royals and have for years. But I decided to wait til I could either get Prince Harry's controversial memoir, "Spare," in paperback, used or on sale. I finally got a copy and dug in.
For those who neither know (or care) about the royals and the feud between Harry and his brother, William and his father, King Charles, the book has received a lot of notice as a tell-all, filled with horrible stories about his family. I suspect a large percentage of the reason the royals are so upset isn't so much the content in the book but the fact that Harry broke the cardinal rule of "Never complain, never explain" in telling his story. But what results is a candid and intriguing look behind the curtain at the world's most dysfunctional family.
Harry begins with his childhood and of course, the death of his mother, Diana. At the time he was 12 and in the "suck it up, Buttercup" world of the royals, the grieving process was difficult and complicated. The early chapters of the book reveal how he internalized much of the events of that time, even fantasizing (for years) that his mother hadn't died, but had disappeared to start a new, private life and soon would return for Harry and his brother. (As one who spent a decade working with grieving children about Harry's age at a children's grief center, those stories and emotions ran all too true to form. The difference was, at our center, the kids had a safe place to share those feelings with others experiencing similar situations.)
The second part of the book deals with Harry's experiences in the Army, where he truly found a home and a calling. It wasn't easy -- after many months in Afghanistan, he was pulled because he was considered a target for kidnapping and consequently, a danger to his own team. I found the sections on the army especially interesting and well written and explained.
He also candidly deals with his behavior during his teen and young adult years -- often ill-advised -- including drug use and acting out. And, he makes very clear that his passion for Africa and for service, including his role in creating the Invictus Games, is deep and powerful.
Within the first two sections of the book, it is clear that Harry's issues with his brother went back far into their youth with a good deal of sibling rivalry and "the heir" always claiming power over "the spare." Harry has a lot of anger about this and he tells of numerous events in which he wasn't allowed to work on a project he had interest in, either because William claimed it first or vetoed it. And yet, he always indicates there was a good deal of love between the two, if not always understanding.
The third section of the book deals with more recent times, including Harry's passion for Africa, his relationship and courtship with his future wife, Meghan Markle, the years of their marriage to date and finally, the couple's decision to leave England for America -- seemingly the nail in the coffin of Harry's relationship with both his brother and father. He makes an excellent case for himself -- along with a desire to serve his father, the King.
So, of course I have to ask myself, "if you were Harry or Charles, how would you feel about this book (and Harry's controversial interview with Oprah and the couple's Netflix series.)"
And my answer is, "Get over it, guys." Actually, I have NO idea why Charles is bent out of shape, unless he is being encouraged by William. The words Harry writes about his father (and Queen Camilla) are honest in his point of view -- but absolutely no worse than any kid might think about a parent or step parent when times are tough.
William has a bit more room to be ticked off. Harry was brutally honest in his feelings about his brother -- and they are complicated, based on history, competition and love. That wound will take longer to heal and it will require both parties to let go. Stay tuned, royal watchers.
Martin Walker's character "Bruno," chief of police of the French Perigord town of St. Denis, returns in a well conceived mystery that keeps one involved to the last page. In this outing, Bruno is dealing with three significant situations, and as complicated as it seems, Walker makes them all easy to follow in this information-packed book.
The "children" who return to St. Denis are a young Muslin man with Autism, Sami, who has been away for many years, first at a Muslim school in Toulouse and then -- where? It turns out that he has escaped from Afghanistan where he was forced into making explosive devices for the Taliban. It becomes apparent to Bruno that Sami is also a wanted man by the Taliban, who want to kill him for all he knows about the organization. Bruno, with the help of the Brigadier, must remove and protect Sami from harm, along with his adoptive parents. They are taken to a heavily-guarded chateau where the young man will be evaluated by a psychiatric tribunal to see if he is capable of standing trial as a terrorist. Meanwhile, the Taliban (and the media) are out to get him.
As Bruno negotiates working with the Brigadier, a lovely American diplomat with an FBI background named Nancy, and the three members of the tribunal (while negotiating his own safety), he is also part of a group in the town who have received a letter outlining a potential legacy bequest from a Jewish man who had been sheltered, along with his sister, from the Nazis in World War II. The bequest would fund a project that would, in some way, thank the town for having supported children such as they were, during that time. It is up to Bruno, the mayor and their teacher friend, Florence, to develop a project that will bring this gift to the town.
The third plot involves Bruno's friend, the doctor Fabiola, who is having relationship issues with the man she loves. It appears that Fabiola has a back story, perhaps one involving assault, that is preventing her from moving forward with the relationship. When she reacts negatively to a member of the psychiatric tribunal evaluating Sami, Bruno realizes that perhaps there is more to that relationship than it seems.
The three stories intertwine, revealing new depth to some familiar characters and, as Walker always does, developing into a fascinating mystery with more than a bit of contemporary focus along with a good bit of terrifying action.
I've read many of the Bruno books and this may be my favorite to date. It's well worth a read.
Rick and I are off for a bit. After my most stressful summer in years (ever?) we hope to get some real R&R in Bath, London and elsewhere in England! Hopefully, I haven't overpacked!
I will probably not commenting or reading blogs much or blogging from "the road." I do have a couple of pre-posts scheduled, including the September book post.
Our agenda (to the degree we have one!) includes theatre, concerts, sightseeing, and meet-ups with some blog friends! (That will be the best!) Maybe even a rugby game if it isn't rained out!
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| The curtain of the Wyndham Theatre, London |
Please stay well. If you are in areas badly damaged by the recent Hurricane Helene, I hope your recovery is going well and that you remain safe. I know many bloggers are in this position and I will try to check in. The same goes for blogger Duta in Israel and others dealing with the war in the Middle East.
Enjoy the beautiful fall colors and I'll be back with loads of photos (probably more than you want to see!)
She came mewing at the front door about an hour ago. Rick heard her. Hungry and home. Thanks for all the comments on THIS POST. I'm graateful for your ideas, good thoughts, and prayers. Thank you, thank you.
A quick post to alert you to something very sad that has happened -- and right before we leave on Wednesday for England.
My sweet Lizzie has disappeared. Vanished. Put on the cloak of invisibility. And I am frantic and bereft.
We had a work day at the lake Saturday -- lots of cleaning, scrubbing, vacuuming. It's a rough day for her and she hid under the biggest and heaviest bed in the cottage. I finally got her out and into her cage for about an hour or so before we left.
The trip home -- with some necessary stops -- took longer than usual. When we got home I fed her right away, which she gobbled, and used her litterbox. I settled down to check email and watch a little TV for about 45 minutes before bed.
She always looks forward to bed, often getting there before me, because she gets treats. This time she didn't come, which is unusual but since her eating schedule was off (she was fed about 9:30) I only worried a bit when I couldn't find her.
But after a sleepless night with multiple searches and no morning action on food or litter or puppy pads, I became very worried. I searched everything. Rick searched everything. Friend Kate and her husband came and searched every embarrassing nook and cranny, along with the exterior of the house.
I drove around the neighborhood looking for accidents and asked walkers and neighbors to keep and eye out, and have posted on pet finding and neighborhood sites.
Now all I can do is hope and pray that she is all right. I don't know what else I can do.
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We don't know if she had a stroke or aneurysm and found a place to die (and if she did and it's inside, she's better than us because we've been everywhere). Or, if she got out when I got the mail (highly unlikely but possible. She's never shown much interest in getting out.)
We do have a bit of a plan if she isn't back, but I don't even want to think about that. So please send up prayers, good juju or all the best thoughts you can before Wednesday (and after, if she isn't back by then. We need all the help we can get. She's my sweet, funny, sassy little girl and I need to know what has happened to her.
Sometimes blog friends ask questions -- and I try to respond personally if I have an email for them, but otherwise, they sometimes end up in the ether! And lately, I've been negligent in responding to anyone (that will only get worse in October when I'll be on blog break!)
So, I thought I'd answer a few of them!
Erin said, "Wow, I didn't realize that your family actually lived there." I probably wasn't clear. We never lived at the lake full time -- only in the summers. From the time my mom was a kid, and through my teen/college years, we would spend summers there. But didn't live there full time.
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| Beach time with the cousins, c. 1978 |
Erin also asked, "Do you ever stay up there for fall?" We sure do! It's nippy at times -- we have a fireplace and space heaters and that's it! But it's gorgeous. You can see a couple of posts with images from up north in the fall here and here.
"I wonder why you only stay here in the summer. It's such a beautiful place...I think I'd live there all year long," Deb of Readerbuzz said. Beautiful, yes. But it would drive me nuts. The town doesn't have much to offer in terms of culture and the arts and I'm definitely not a winter person or into winter spots. Also, the community is extremely conservative. I fear I would go politically insane! (And, as I mentioned above, we don't have heat!) So fall is as far as I go!
What kind of bird is Harry? asked Judy (but no blog listed!) Harry is a Great Blue Heron. He hangs out at our neighborhood pond (called The Ditch) from spring until fall. Last year I saw him well into November. Harry North (and his partner) are also great blue herons but are seen up north at the cottage.
Carola asked: how do you use a fork
when working with watercolor? And the answer is: Very badly. Part of
the challenge I was doing was to use tools you never used for art
before. (Examples, bubble wrap for texture). I used a make-up sponge, a
straw and a fork. The fork was least successful. I thought it might make
for nice snow dots but they were all too "in a row." I tried scraping
some texture in but watercolor is so transparent, that wasn't very
effective either. Finally, I just globbed on some gouache and made snow
on the branches. I don't recommend it!
Jean from Misadventures in Widowhood wrote: "I also notice you had a straw with your paints? One of the ladies here was experiencing with putting paint on the end of a straw and blowing it around the paper. Didn't turn out very well, in my opinion, but she kept trying to prefect the process."
The straw was also part of that class challenge with three or more "new" items. It actually worked pretty well for adding snow to branches and small line details.
Carola also asked: When are you leaving for England and how long will you stay? Will you be staying in Bath the entire time?
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| The Roman Baths |
We're especially excited to be staying in a lovely house a few miles out of the city. We stayed here before and it will be a wonderful and relaxing way to begin our trip.
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| Morgan's Forge |
Then it's on to London for the remainder of the trip, with a road trip in that time!
Steve from Shadows and Light asked: I wonder what Viola means about paying for "3 or 4 slats in the Venetian blinds"? Is she trying to say it was expensive or cheap?
This refers to the vintage postcards from the lake on this post. Viola wrote a note on her postcard about paying for slats in the Venetian blinds and was not at all impressed on the restaurant. I tried to find prices of Venetian blinds in the 1940s online with no luck. But my guess is she was saying it was expensive. Anyone have an idea?
Thanks to many of you who weighed in on the "bald" cardinal from this post. The general consensus seems to be that he is moulting. Makes sense to me!
Finally, I will be off blog for our trip and sadly, not visiting you. I doubt I will post we're gone but will look forward to catching up with you when you return and have all sorts of fun photos to share! I hope I don't miss TOO much here! Thank you again for all your comments. Hopefully after we settle back, I'll be able to get more in my practice of replying more directly to your comments.
Have a lovely fall and I'll see you next month!
