Last Week at the Lake

 

Picked up a lovely lunch, chicken strips, mashed potatoes, corn bread, carrots, pickled beets and apple cobbler.

I drove the long way home, and wondered why no ducks or geese on Lake Tomahawk…

Then I spotted the two blue kayaks on the far side of the lake.

Yep, the same mountains which had a bit of snow last week. The Blue Ridge Parkway cuts across them on its way to Mt. Mitchell which is not visible from here. Looking across a green at the Black Mountain Golf Course.

Someone in the neighborhood was charging an ugly Tesla at the Lakeview site.

Looking over the pool in its shroud for the winter, I noticed that the addition to the house is getting its exterior finish finally.

Wordless Wednesday

 

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Last Tuesday with high 80s expected, and or rain showers, a crew came out to take down a bent railing by the parking lot and replace it. They put up their tent and started grinding concrete about 10  am, and were still doing things at 3:30. Good muscular construction crew,  but when I walked along the other sidewalk coming back from lunch, I was taken aback when a sledge hammer was raised behind one guys head before he struck down on the cement. It was coming directly my direction on the upswing. Until he slung it down at least. It did take my breath away. I told them it had scared me.

Wednesday with new concrete and railing.

Sharing with Wordless Wednesday and My Corner of the World

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Today's quote:

"The universe is a creative entity. We are both the result of that creative process and participants in it. When we do creative work we express, in our own unique way, our reverence for life, for the holy aspects of the creative forces out there, whatever they may be. And we often then sense that those forces approve, and provide support, provide energy, to our journey. But first effort. First dedication. Before entering sacred realms, we need to offer a sacrifice, and that sacrifice is part effort, part courage, part faith. We need to believe in our uniqueness, the value, perhaps even crucial necessity, of what we have to contribute."

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An old photo

It was 1979. A single mom moves in with a couple in a communal setting, studying Gurdjieff's philosophy and practices. Here Murphy and his wife Marilyn welcomed me and baby Tai to their home. I traded housekeeping work in exchange for room and board, for a few months anyway. It was my last try at living in a community. Sharing expenses made sense in lots of ways, but I personally do best living on my own.

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