First, thank you so much for your recent comments -- the Peace Bell is beautiful and I am so glad I managed to get that closeup photo I posted on Sunday. I can imagine the sound of it against the canyon walls. Fran, your Swedish getting so good! It's amazing how much you are picking up.
My computer conked out once again and I can't even turn it on right now, so I'm back at the library to finish this post that I began at home. I can read blogs here, but if I comment it will show up under Anonymous and most likely end up in your SPAM. I hope all these issues will soon be over, but Fran, I am OK, it's just that I am really missing my blogging routine.
I live in the canyon and know how dirty and dusty it gets but this place is immaculate. Not a speck of dust, the beautiful paintings on the outside of the buildings are as clear as if they had just been painted. And inside it's the same. So when I saw this mop, resting on the railing, it really spoke to me. I know it is being well used.
Rachael
Rachael has regular sandals on, but the shade made them look like shoes worn by Geishas. (I just watched Memoirs of a Geisha again the other day. Without TV, one tends to watch movies over and over and that's a good one.
A view from the hill.
The Peace Bell. Children of the world are displayed in the lower part of the bell, holding hands and dancing in the circle that is the bell. And I'm sure praying for peace in this world.
At my age, there is something to be said for shadows hiding one's face. Thank you, Rachael, you did a great job here. Once my computer gets better, I will update my avatar photo with one of me as I look now. One of the many Rachael took that day.
Are you leaving, Auntie Rachael? And we can't come? Are you sure? We'll be good, promise.
We had an exciting day too! We just love to have visitors. So after Rachael left, it was time for a snooze.
