Haiti Inhabits my Old Kentucky Home


The transfer of power is complete in one Kentucky living room, as, indeed, a pair of Lexington lesbians took control of one Haitian shipping container, an over-sized metal box that moved in Friday morning, coughed its content on the lawn, and quickly left the scene.

Ultimately dishes, pots and pans were put away; paintings and iron sculptures made their way onto walls. 

An incredible scene of order and international diplomacy, as Lexington welcomed Haiti to its old Kentucky Home.  Even Donald Trump tried to take credit for this display of cooperation among the Americas.

Today a photographic tour of the event—

First, our house on 4th Street where the container arrived—my old Kentucky home:

The container lock is broken:

Sara and Ralph prepare for the unpacking:

The doors open:

The first box arrives on Sara and Kathy’s Lexington lawn:

It’s like Christmas as each box in unwrapped:

More and more boxes:

Eventually, art is unboxed:

Ralph gets in on the action–emphasis on action:

Lucy helps:

With the dogs’ help, eventually, it all gets moved indoors.  And art makes it up on walls:

 

More art on another wall:

Above the fireplace:

In the dining room, as well:

And even in the entrance way:

Now that we’ve about got things put away and in order, Sara will soon be reassigned to another international location, and we’ll start the process all over again in another month.

On the road again . . .

A Weekend Away from Post-a-Day


Over the weekend Sara and I have been busy hosting Easter dinners for each of our families.  Sara roasted a leg of lamb with ginger carrots.  I decorated our house for the holiday. 

Here are a few photographic highlights of my weekend away from the blogosphere:

our library ready for Easter hors devours

living room set up for egg hunt
I hand-painted eggs for the occasion.
table set for Easter dinner

 What was the highlight of your holiday weekend?

Even Words Betray Me


Language, language everywhere.  But not a thought to think. 

That’s where I find myself today, folks.

No words.

One image.

A mixed media drawing I completed yesterday—

(Note: NIMH is the National Institute of Mental Health.)