“The difference between winning and losing is most often not quitting.” ~ Walt Disney
I left my allergist’s office this evening and realized that the row of houses on Limestone street in front of the downtown skyline remind me of the row houses in San Fransisco known as The Painted Ladies. The difference is that there’s a park across the street from The Painted Ladies, where a parking lot sits across from the Limestone Street houses. Many years ago, when we were touring California, there was a European magazine (I think) that set up a photo shoot with us in that park across from The Painted Ladies. I never saw the photos or the finished article. Somewhere out there are photos of a really young me with those beautiful victorian homes and the San Fransisco skyline as a backdrop.
In November 2012, the first year of the outhouse, I posted a photo of this same house. Earlier this month I walked by it again. Unlike before, it looks empty now. The posted notices indicate it might be condemned (though I don’t know that for sure as I did not read them). From the outside it didn’t look any worse than it did before. In any case, I love the little place, and I hope, whatever may be wrong, someone loves it back to health. Sipping coffee from it’s little front porch would be delightful.
If you stand just right at the intersection of Mechanic Street and Limestone you’ll see four street signs and some pretty groovy old houses. They’re sandwiched in by Academy Alley and Constitution Street. There are parts of Lexington that are just cute as can be. This is one of those parts. Enjoy!
The weather in Kentucky this weekend has been dismal, but Friday morning it was beautiful. I got to start my weekend Friday with Charlotte Webb (I needed that haircut in a big way). She had refreshing yellow roses in her lobby. They were beautiful against the rare blue sky, and they set the stage for a wonderful weekend to come, although the rest of the day was spent trying to get poor Leo to eat. Once the cone of shame was removed he perked up and regained his appetite. His healing has gone very well over the weekend. In fact, he met me in the living room bright and early this morning. It warmed my heart to see him. Taxes also got done thanks to Lorri Dillon who, once more, did not fail to entertain with the giant pencil fit for a first grader used to sign my documents. She’s hilarious and always a pleasure to visit with. My fridge has been dying for two years, and last week, when the noises became ominous, I decided the duct tape approach had run its course. The new fridge will be here Wednesday. In between I got lots of cleaning, organizing, groceries, cooking, and kitteh cuddles finished. And I even got to enjoy a wonderful reading at Rabbit House Books & Notions. I’ve long been an advocate of the three-day weekend and this is precisely why: I can get a month’s worth of work done with one extra day. And look at all the wonderful people I saw. I’m now sufficiently ready to welcome a new week. Let’s make it a great one!
There’s this place on Limestone between two buildings where you can see both Christ Church Episcopal and First Presbyterian Churches. On Monday, as Stacy and I were walking from Lowell’s, I stopped to snap a pic. I’d seen this view before, and I think I even snapped a pic, but it didn’t do anything for me, so I didn’t share it. This composition still doesn’t do it for me, but I love the reflecting colors of the buildings. One of these days I’m going to have the right lens with me at the right time of day in the right season and the way I see this scene from the sidewalk will magically appear as an image. Until then, I’ll keep practicing.
It was a beautiful day in the Bluegrass. Dad and I went to see our Shero at Good Sam. She’s getting good food and continues to improve. Meanwhile, I stopped briefly to enjoy the view from the parking garage. It offers a unique look at Limestone by campus all the way to downtown. For the last week or so, students have been moving back for the fall semester. I saw a few parents dropping off their precious loads today, while some older ones were saddled up to the bars lining Limestone. I hate the traffic every fall, but I’ll never tire of the excitement in the air. I remember my undergraduate days with nothing but fondness. I hope the kids at UK and Transy enjoy their time just as much.
The sun came out and the world was, well, the world in Kentucky at least had a little more sunshine than it had earlier in the week. It was a good day in my world, and for that I am thankful.