THE BACKGROUND STORY:
I was driving into Emporia to have an 11:30 lunch with David, who is a reader of this blog.
Five minutes before I arrived, my cell phone rang. It was Groh Roofing. Did I want the finials installed today?
Ummmm….YES! They said they could come by with The Big Truck after 1PM.
So, I met David for lunch, and we discussed…EEK…politics (NOTE: no one was killed during the conversation). Rudely though, I kept glancing at my watch. Was it 1PM yet? Yet? Yet?
All this took 2-1/2-hours. And even though I did not actually install anything, or even handle a tool, I was exhausted. Emotionally. Terror! Paranoia! Worry! Great ecstatic joy!
As soon as Groh departed, I hopped into my air-conditioned car, drove home, and took a nap!
Now, hours later, I am a sea of tranquility, and looking at these images makes me so friggin’ happy.
Oddly, I am particularly delighted about the small octagon finial. For, it was gone, but now…it’s back. I feel good, damn good, that I made the effort to have this small bit made.
Beautiful houses comprise many many small bits. Too often, time erodes these small vital parts, and it’s a joy being able to bring one back.