"There's nothing more elusive than an obvious fact."
It's still raining. Hard rain from last night through this afternoon. Making up for lost time. Our high was only 79F, with a heat index of 83F. It's like being back in Rhode Island.
Speaking of which, Kathryn's parents have a black bear in their yard.
The last twenty-four hours or so have been chaos. Yesterday, the handyman was snaking a drain upstairs, heedless of the delapidated state of this ancient building, and they burst a pipe, creating a leak in the ceiling of our downstairs bathroom ceiling, spewing filthy water and drain cleaner. And the leak threatened to spread to my office. So, kinda scary. Today they cut out a chunk of ceiling (photo below) and repaired the pipe; it is now stabilzed. The rest of the fix won't be done until at Least Tuesday.
I hate have workmen in the house.
This morning I figured out that I have not left the property since June 3rd, fifty-one days ago, the last time I was at McWane. That pretty much sums up the the calamity my mind has been of late.
Last night, two movies. First a fairly lackluster attempt at inserting the young Edgar Allan Poe into a macbre adventure during his days as West Point, Christopher Hatton's Raven's Hollow (2022). A major problem with the film is that it's impossible not to compare it to the far superior Pale Blue Eyes (also 2022), featuring a brilliant performance by Harry Melling as Poe in a remarkably similar story. The second feature was Grant Singer's Reptile (2023), a solid cop thriller with a marvelous cast, including Benecio Del Toro and Eric Bogosian. The afternoon's film today was Guy Ritche's Sherlock Holmes (2009), which I had not seen in years, and which I love a great deal.
Anyway, the Vile Affections sale, if you will recall. Danke schön.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast, Recluse
10:58 a.m.
Speaking of which, Kathryn's parents have a black bear in their yard.
The last twenty-four hours or so have been chaos. Yesterday, the handyman was snaking a drain upstairs, heedless of the delapidated state of this ancient building, and they burst a pipe, creating a leak in the ceiling of our downstairs bathroom ceiling, spewing filthy water and drain cleaner. And the leak threatened to spread to my office. So, kinda scary. Today they cut out a chunk of ceiling (photo below) and repaired the pipe; it is now stabilzed. The rest of the fix won't be done until at Least Tuesday.
I hate have workmen in the house.
This morning I figured out that I have not left the property since June 3rd, fifty-one days ago, the last time I was at McWane. That pretty much sums up the the calamity my mind has been of late.
Last night, two movies. First a fairly lackluster attempt at inserting the young Edgar Allan Poe into a macbre adventure during his days as West Point, Christopher Hatton's Raven's Hollow (2022). A major problem with the film is that it's impossible not to compare it to the far superior Pale Blue Eyes (also 2022), featuring a brilliant performance by Harry Melling as Poe in a remarkably similar story. The second feature was Grant Singer's Reptile (2023), a solid cop thriller with a marvelous cast, including Benecio Del Toro and Eric Bogosian. The afternoon's film today was Guy Ritche's Sherlock Holmes (2009), which I had not seen in years, and which I love a great deal.
Anyway, the Vile Affections sale, if you will recall. Danke schön.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast, Recluse
10:58 a.m.