Berlin Wall

This is, I think, the 20th Anniversary of the Fall of the Wall. I was in Quebec watching it unfold as I ate my breakfast in front of the television. I wept. Twenty years later I am in Nova Scotia. There is some of the wall a few blocks away from my apartment. So I trotted over before breakfast and took these pictures. The sign is a bit worse for wear, tags have been sprayed, but here it is, what is left. We bring some walls down and we build others up. We are slow learners.

my day so far ....

Morning found Hugh ailing.
And that left Eileen, so hairbrushing, and we are out the door for art class:

And then I waited in the recreation corridor. This was the view from my chair.

After this interlude Eileen and I went to get the groceries, and then she crashed with the plague. So two down, which means my grandchildren taxiing task is over. Is this the dreaded swine flu? They're not very sick, yet. We'll see.

On to Halifax

I went home over night to check up on the basement swimming pool and the non-functioning sump pump, and then today came through rain and snow to the big city. I am on a borrowed computer and had difficulties uploading today's picture. This evening and tomorrow I am being ferrying grandchildren around to art claess and soccer practice. Their Dad is in the big, big city (Montreal) at a conference. This was our hometown, so he is combining business with family and friends.

big city

 

I am heading to the big city for the next couple of days to do my grandparental duties. I am beginning to know every gymnasium and every soccer pitch in Halifax and loving every minute of it.

greetings

New gig on Sunday: I was greeted with a corsage to wear during the service. To begin a thirty member plus boys choir burst into Praetorius' "Jubilate Deo" and then following the service I was presented with a lovely bouquet. Now I should ask them what they would have done if I was a man. Perhaps a boutonniere, but the corsage was just about that size anyway. I hope he would have received the bouquet. I'm into gender equality.  Since then I've been working flat out, but hope to return to my house for a day at the end of the week to see if the water in the basement has gone down.

And so we have the glorious and the mundane.

new gig

I took a photo of my new appointment on Sunday afternoon when the day was mellow. Today, however, it is pouring with rain.

 

The church is celebrating its 249th anniversary in a couple of weeks. Although this is not the original building it is still a heritage property. So here is the heritage working communication system set up in my office. My assignment, as a consultant, is to bring them into the 21st century intact and, God willing, a new church. .

I'm back!

The movers came and swept me away back to Nova Scotia, but miles and kilometres away from my real home. It was a lovely warm day for a move. Now I am ensconced in a delightful town and here is the view from my living room window:

What it does not show is that the apartment residents have attached laundry lines to the trees below. We are green here. Besides, the machines in the building are coin operated.

And finally I look out my bedroom window at an underwear factory. I hear they have a factory outlet. I have already received orders and sizes from family members. When I was small all the boys wore long underwear under their britches, and they were always called "Stanfields".