“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (Source: Goodreads)
If you weren’t already afraid of heights (and I’ll hereby Iet you know I am and I was), maybe you’ll become it now.
The point is, Vermeer did not himself paint over the painting in the painting (they knew because there was a thin layer of dust between the paint layers), so in my book it is, in fact, a restoration.
On the other hand, it can be interesting to know what hides in the layers underneath, even though you didn’t actually scrape off the paint on top of it.
I really like the articles at Web Development History. The latest one takes me back to the days when I was messing around with Netscape and Apache servers myself and using the Mosaic browser.
“I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.”
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale
Just stating a fact here: I am tired. No energy whatsoever. It probably has to do with… well, seriously? No idea, really. I mean, we go out and do stuff and I really enjoy that. But a day later, like today, staying in, trying to write some, read some, waiting for my wife to come back from work, thinking about my own work day tomorrow… just no energy, no focus.
Vacation will fix that. I hope. We have some awesome days ahead. Just being able to spend my days with my wife and the kids. On the road and at home. Okay, breathe in, breathe out. One step at a time, just staying active, staying positive.
Hey, you still there? Sorry about that, I just had to vent. Time for some energizing intermezzo before we return to our regular scheduled program then:
And now it is time to plant a tree. We’ve had this magnolia in a pot, but it looks like the snails got to it, in the corner of the garden where we planned to keep it. So, now I will plant it away from other trees and bushes and hope it will recover. Be right back.
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Back. Tree is in, grass mowed and I am pooped. Just cooked dinner for the kids and myself and now my belly is full and I have been physically active I am actually feeling better.
Lawn in the back yard
Magnolia tree in the front yard
In here
Awesome WordPress.com blog posts I recently came across:
This post is all over the place. Like my mind is these days. But it is Friday and on Fridays, after a week of long hours, my love and I like to stay up late and make them count. Netflix and gin-and-tonics and salted peanuts. Filling up the room with evaporated electric liquid. And then, when the movie is done and the light comes up, we lay down our heads, knowing this weekend will be too short, too nice, too delicious and the coming week will be dreadful. Again.
“Well, it’s nice to die of alcoholism, it’s very glorious. But if you write dull shit, it doesn’t do any good what you die from… You see?“
In here
Blog posts that jumped up at me in my WordPress.com Reader:
Spring To Summer An ode to spring (and summer) by Stephen Allen (AKA Stoic)
Doh! Steve having a ‘doh!’ moment while he was looking into Heathcock Court in London.
If I was a TV I love Michael Aiken’s way of looking at the world.
Out there
Stuff I caught floating around on the interwebs:
What Does Gen Z Have Against Question Marks It might be the Gen-Xer in me, but I think she forgot a question mark at the end of that title? (Oh, and now I know to be on alert when my wife texts me: ‘k’…)