I took a walk Saturday morning. The sun was out, the air was crisp, and the roads were too muddy for me to drive my usual route by the horses and cows on the way to the Church in Grindstone City. So I walked there instead.
The road is rather like clay, so I stuck to the grasses and weeds by the edge of the road. I walked gingerly by the horses, trying not to spook them...
Drat, they have sharp ears. Maybe I'll meet their owners and get the OK to bring carrots next time. If stealth won't work, maybe bribery. They are so pretty!
On to the cows.
I kept walking, steady and slow. I hoped my favorite rebel calves would be out of the pasture and by the barn as they usually are. Jackpot! Those cutie pies look good enough to eat!
I didn't mean literally "eat" guys- it's just a metaphor for how stinking cute you are. Meanwhile in the wink of my eye, they skeedaddled back under the fence and behind their momma's apron...
If you blow this picture up, you will see that EVERY COW is staring at me. What you can't hear is the utter silence and eerie motionlessness of this scene. A dozen cows, motionless, silent, staring...until one cow broke the silence with her powerful stream of urine hitting the mud.
I mooved on.
Back at the White Church, plans are underway for more demolition. This time, the walls!
This is the entranceway. Square is out, arch is in. The door to the sanctuary should match the windows.
Then there is this opening. Rectangle is out, arch is in.
Also, this room on the other side of the front of the Church needs help.
So the wall is coming out, the walls repaired, and a tile floor, furnace, and bathroom are all destined for this area.
When I left, the north side had been cleaned out. I returned to the city, leaving Dr. Sawzall to it.
Can't wait to see what it looks like after a day of demo. Stay tuned!
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| Walking down a country road |
The road is rather like clay, so I stuck to the grasses and weeds by the edge of the road. I walked gingerly by the horses, trying not to spook them...
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| Shy ponies... |
Drat, they have sharp ears. Maybe I'll meet their owners and get the OK to bring carrots next time. If stealth won't work, maybe bribery. They are so pretty!
On to the cows.
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| Pastoral beauty |
I kept walking, steady and slow. I hoped my favorite rebel calves would be out of the pasture and by the barn as they usually are. Jackpot! Those cutie pies look good enough to eat!
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| "I thought you were a vegetarian!" |
I didn't mean literally "eat" guys- it's just a metaphor for how stinking cute you are. Meanwhile in the wink of my eye, they skeedaddled back under the fence and behind their momma's apron...
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| Rude cows! |
If you blow this picture up, you will see that EVERY COW is staring at me. What you can't hear is the utter silence and eerie motionlessness of this scene. A dozen cows, motionless, silent, staring...until one cow broke the silence with her powerful stream of urine hitting the mud.
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| "Well, you were staring at us too!" |
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| "Either feed us, or moove on already!" |
I mooved on.
Back at the White Church, plans are underway for more demolition. This time, the walls!
This is the entranceway. Square is out, arch is in. The door to the sanctuary should match the windows.
Then there is this opening. Rectangle is out, arch is in.
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| Arch it! |
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| Where's my Sawzall? |
Also, this room on the other side of the front of the Church needs help.
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| Water damage from a leaky roof. |
So the wall is coming out, the walls repaired, and a tile floor, furnace, and bathroom are all destined for this area.
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| Wall must go. |
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| WHERE'S MY SAWZALL? |
When I left, the north side had been cleaned out. I returned to the city, leaving Dr. Sawzall to it.
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| Before |
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| After |
Can't wait to see what it looks like after a day of demo. Stay tuned!
