dual personalities

The temperatures cooled off this weekend, so it was much more pleasant to be out and about.

The wee babes were out and about all weekend, doing their thing.

Daughter #1 and I were champion estate salers on Saturday–she bought a vintage small chest of drawers (originally from Lammerts, a longtime local furniture store) for a very reasonable price. She got it downstairs (I carried a drawer) and we loaded it into the Mini. Huzzah!

When we got home later that day, we transferred it to her car. Easy-peasy!

We also bought balloons and visited the boy at his store, which celebrated its first anniversary last weekend!

That silver balloon is a “1”!

We went to the Saint Louis Art Museum to see the “Sunken Cities: Egypt’s Lost World” exhibit, which was pretty cool (and very crowded).

We had driven my nephew and Abbie around Forest Park on the 4th of July and had taken a picture in front of the museum, so it was funny to be back in Forest Park so soon. It is a great place, indeed, but very crowded in the summer–which is a good thing.

Daughter #1 left early on Sunday and I attended to all my household duties and got ready for the wee babes to come over on Sunday night for our usual family dinner. The OM went to Target to get more baby gates. We now have three!

I did manage to do some reading over the weekend. I finished Mohawk by Richard Russo and recommend it. Good story, well written and, unlike a lot of current fiction, most of the characters–barring the villain–are likable and relatable.

I also delved into some Thoreau whom I enjoy. He is such a good observer of the world around him and a mentor for us all in that department.

July, 1845. Here I know I am in good company; here is the world, its centre and metropolis, and all the palms of Asia and the laurels of Greece and the firs of the Arctic Zone incline thither. Here I can read Homer, if I would have books, as well as in Ionia, and not wish myself in Boston, or New York, or London, or Rome, or Greece. In such place as this he wrote or sang. Who should come to my lodge just now but a true Homeric boor, one of the Paphlagonian  men. Alek Therien, he calls himself; a Canadian now, a woodchopper, a post-maker; makes fifty posts–holes them, i.e.–in a day; and who made his supper on a woodchuck which his dog caught. And he too has heard of Homer, and if it were not for books, would not know what to do rainy days…

He has a neat bundle of white oak bark under his arm for a sick man, gathered this Sunday morning. ‘I suppose there’s no harm in going after such a thing today.’ The simple man. May the gods send him many woodchucks.

This will be a very busy week at work and so will most of July and August! The calendar for the rest of the year is filling up. It will be Christmas before we know it.

*Bob Dylan’s Blues