December 22nd, 2020
UD’s Old Friend and Neighbor, Neelam…

… a scientist at NIH, gets her covid vaccination with other front line workers. With Fauci attending.

December 15th, 2020
Shooting on a Metro Train Near UD’s House

So far there’s little information, but what we have is intriguing. At around seven this morning, an FBI agent shot another person multiple times on a train at the Medical Center station (this is basically the highly sensitive location of the National Institutes of Health).

Les UDs are of course speculating as to the details.

I’m gonna guess, said UD, that this has nothing to do with his (let’s assume his) being an FBI agent, except for the fact that it means he was carrying a gun (who isn’t?). I’m gonna guess it was domestic – a fight with another guy over a woman?

It’s always possible he was threatened by a crazy fellow passenger, and instead of changing cars as the rest of us would do he decided to unload on him. Or he saw someone threatening someone else… But anyway, I’m going to go with something in his private life.

December 14th, 2020
View from UD’s front door, Electoral College Monday, 4:00 PM.
December 12th, 2020
Train Tracks in Fog.

You get there by walking to the end of UD‘s property. From the edge, and down the ravine, the land is owned by CSX.

December 11th, 2020
‘The West Hollywood home has a glass-bottomed pool which sits above an identical pool underneath, so swimmers can look up at others swimming above.’

A spec megamansion listed for $55 million, currently in bankruptcy, boasts this original feature.

UD read its description aloud to Mr UD. He was lying in bed gazing at the beautiful early morning sunlight on the garden. He did not respond.

“Thoughts?” UD prompted.

“Trying to picture it,” he said.

“Yes. Also took me a moment.”

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“No.”

“No what?”

“No I don’t want it,” said Mr UD. “Why would I want to look up at people swimming above me?”

“What if they were naked? We’re probably talking skinny dipping here.”

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“No.”

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But UD’s thoughts had moved on. A Simon and Garfunkel tune, slightly altered, wafted through her mind.

And the dangling genitalia

And the superficial sighs

The borders of our lives…

December 8th, 2020
Old thick tree bark with a hole in it.
Woodpecker? Found in my woods and photographed on top of an outdoor mat that UD found at the long-uninhabited property next door. She brought it back to useful life.

December 6th, 2020
Although it’s arguable that NO ONE IN THE WORLD is less like Martha Stewart…

… than your blogueuse, every now and then she becomes oddly inspired and does something like this.

That is, she goes next door to the long-empty Dubinskis house (both Mr and Mrs D have died, and no one has yet put the place on the market) and cuts a few Debutante Camellia flowers off of a bush in the front yard. These amazing late blooms are hidden from everyone, and there’s no one in the house to look out the window and appreciate them, and UD‘s old friend Bennett visited this afternoon as he always does on his Sunday bike ride, and it’s his birthday, so UD wanted to do something special for him. She made Mariage Freres Marco Polo iced tea, lit a candle, and floated the flowers in a very old, attractively distressed, glass bowl UD inherited from her parents. Bennett brought, as he always does, the Black and White cookies we both like (I only like the white, he the black), and we made a little party of it.
December 5th, 2020
A picture of my garden that…

… looks like a nineteenth century landscape painting. Like the other garden photo a couple of posts down, this was taken early on this late autumn morning, with the sun already up and doing its thing.

It all made me think of the poem “Sunlight on the Garden.”

December 5th, 2020
Early morning December sunlight on…

UD‘s garden, after a night of wind and rain.

November 19th, 2020
‘Well the frost is on the pumpkin / And the hay is in the barn…’

UD‘s sunny garden, 9:00 AM, after the first frost of the season.

The post’s title is from James Taylor’s Walking Man – a song which for almost fifty years has been playing in my head.
November 16th, 2020
Yesterday would have been Wojciech Fangor’s 97th Birthday.

An old friend of the Soltan family, he was a significant but not immensely significant artist until his last decade, when Les UDs began to panic as their six Fangor paintings became so valuable we had to make a decision: Handle and secure them properly or sell most of them. We kept this one

November 15th, 2020
La Kid, With a Dog…

… looking fetching. And wearing, of course, a Rehoboth Beach sweatshirt.

November 12th, 2020
Autumn, UD’s Woods.
November 7th, 2020
La Kid, celebrating on the sunny socially distanced streets of…

… Washington DC.

November 6th, 2020
A bit premature, but…

UD‘s front yard.

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