|Not yesterday, but my standard look|
May 28--Robert Campin, The Annunciation Triptych. Mary sat in the parlor reading. It was one of the rare perfect spring days and so she threw open the window. The soft air brought the scent of fresh earth and the newest of green leaves. The chickadees squabbled as they built a nest in the birdhouse in the flowerbed under the window and she heard a male cardinal asserting himself from the top of the big maple on the other side of the street. Mary thought that there was no more comfortable chair than the rocker she sat in. Her Great-Grandpa Berk had built the chair for Great-Grandma Barbara when she was pregnant with their first son, Oscar. Mary hoped that Mama would be willing to part with the chair when Mary's first child was on the way.
Not bad. I was pretty darned tired last night. It takes it out of you keeping warm-ish in water that cold, not to mention hiking back up the hill to the car wearing all that scuba gear. Fun though. I can't tell you how great it was being back underwater, but we shouldn't have spent the drive up talking about diving in Bonaire and then plunged into the cold green water. That was a shock. Fun, but a shock. Durwood just called that he'd ready to go. I'm not. See ya.