Mtn, I didn't know about your Dolyestown connection, I didn't see the thread Maire_cate mentioned. If you family is free on whatever day we do the museum, tell them to join us. :-) Marie_cate, I don't know what day I'll be going. I'm just back (just 45 minutes ago) from HHI and have a trip to Dallas & Houston coming up soon. It won't be until mid November at the earliest. The exhibit runs until Jan 26th. If we get a group to meet, I'll post the date here in conversations in case anyone else is interested. Your brother is also welcome, even if he isn't Mtn's brother. Maybe they know each other. :-) Joaniepoanie, They are not suppose to being having cocktails in the particular room, there are other rooms for that. It's not Mad Men. They need to be focused and on their game in there. :-)

Colleen, Aaron assures me that he can mend it and that unless I look for it (because I'll know it's there) I won't even be able to tell. It's still just beautiful, I'm deciding whether I want to "frame" it in some form for display or use it was part of the backsplash in my kitchen in a couple of years when Elery and I get "our" own place. He does some beautiful (and very expensive, LOL) work, so I trust him with this. Annie

YAY! i know you both could walk 15 miles in way less than a year but having driven on the island a few times a couple of decades back, i'm not surprised it took that long to get up the courage to do so when you didn't really HAVE to :) but it sure sounds like it was absolutely the perfect thing to do! i'm so glad you guys had a chance to spend the afternoon together! and that little jam pot is totally adorable--i'm sure you'll put that to good use, carol. thanx for the pics!

Literature says nothing to those human beings who are satisfied with their lot, who are content with life as they now live it. Literature is the food of the rebellious spirit, the promulgator of non-conformities, the refuge for those who have too much or too little in life. One seeks sanctuary in literature so as not to be unhappy and so as not to be incomplete. To ride alongside the scrawny Rocinante and the confused Knight on the fields of La Mancha, to sail the seas on the back of a whale with Captain Ahab, to drink arsenic with Emma Bovary, to become an insect with Gregor Samsa: these are all ways that we have invented to divest ourselves of the wrongs and the impositions of this unjust life, a life that forces us always to be the same person when we wish to be many different people, so as to satisfy the many desires that possess us. Mario Vargas Llosa Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity . . . we cherish books even if unread; their mere presence exudes comfort; their ready access, reassurance. A.E. Newton