ON HIGH

AS A CHILD, I didn't like to ride on my father's shoulders. I can remember the sensation quite vividly, even today, some 75 years later. However, there's something fascinating about seeing people in high places. Almost always, they are men and back during the last Presidential campaign, I did a piece for the web log, entitling it "MEN IN HIGH PLACES"  with several pictures.

These 3 are new pictures of men in high places and I was proud of myself in the first post of tying it to the election by daring to say that I hoped that Barack Obama would soon be in a high place.


Well........that's when the doo-doo hit the fan and a longtime customer/friend rose up on her hind legs and commented that she was no longer going to read our blog because I had sullied it by becoming so political.


That put what I call an Edith Bunker look on my face, as I tried to grasp her point.

So of course I dropped her from the list of people to be notified. I knew her political affiliation but certainly thought she could handle hearing my personal views. It's true that nearly all of our close friends feel differently about politics than we do and it's a subject we avoid like the plague. I'm not the least bit good about defending my views and can no more debate than I can fly to the moon (that's getting to be an outdated statement, isn't it?)

As a driver, I can rarely snap such pictures these days and Mr. Bob's photographer's eye is different from my own, so it's a rare thing to add to my collection. A friend of my daughter's offered to drive me around just so I could put my camera to good use out in the world. Thank you, Laurie......such a generous idea. I may yet take you up on it.

"All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height."Casey Stengel

FOOL ME ONCE

Yesterday morning, I was fully dressed when this sight appeared outside my 4th floor window.

If you know not to what I'm referring, check this out.

MEN IN HIGH PLACES

There I sat, having finished the morning blog, both the writing and the reading of others. We always stay up late. And then we get a slow start in the morning, having coffee and tea in our room and maybe a scone or a piece of toast. Many of the Manor residents get up, dressed and downstairs to the dining room for breakfast, perky as all get out. Not the Humphreys.

So there we were yesterday morning, lazing in our night clothes, on the fourth floor which we think of as affording us all the privacy in the world. All of a sudden, what should appear? Two men in a cherry picker, on eye level. It didn't help when Mr. Bob leaped to the window, opening it and removing the screen. He leaned out, aiming the camera and yelled, "Smile!" Lord, Lord, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. We specialize in taking pictures of men in high places but this was a first and an humiliating one at that.

The Manor is having the exterior of the building painted and the men were putting tubing on the wire which somehow will protect the painters lest the wire gets touched. I hope they'll remember to remove it, for it doesn't add anything artistic to my pictures of the view.

P.S. I was up and dressed earlier than usual this morning...... just in case.