Moving right along…the gray and damp are persistent relieved somewhat by rolling cumulus clouds. This AM at around 6:00 the big diesels rolled up at the small house down the hill, and the occupants of six other cars emerged to peel-off the roof. Re-roofing asphalt shingles is an ambitious project in this weather and one that might leave the residents a bit chilly tonight even with sheets of TYVEK vapor barrier and fresh roofing felt in place underneath a tarp. However there is a “For Rent” sign on the house and the Big Guy with the diesel Dodge, while rather young seems to be the resident/owner running the show. I wish them well even thorough the early noise and truck clatter is a bit of a nuisance.
In other news Muslim madmen killed some 130-some children at a grade-school in what was once their safe-haven, because they claim local Police and Army have been insufficiently impressed with their willingness to be utterly barbaric and insane, and have even targeted the raving lunatics… It’s a sad day all around because the kids didn’t have a chance with either set of parents or the frothing cretins who set upon them in an orgy of hatred and bloodthirsty deathlust. I hope the insanity has reached a fever pitch and the former safe-haven now becomes a cannibal death-wallow for the Islamist savages.
When I was a callow youth I spent a lot of time in the darkroom. Seriously, a LOT – to the point I lost my swim-team/water-polo constant tan, and .later even as a callow post-grad I worked in the Biz making big negatives and slapping artwork together. It’s dark in the darkroom, and lonely. There were things of sheer lust besides fair maidens, and Tam had the temerity to remind me of such desperate wishes I had in those bygone days of 80’s pop-music and insufficient income: I wanted a silver ‘Blad. (I already had a black ’67 Nikon F.) Now I am just Bald instead. Oh well, can’t juggle so many things at once anymore, either.