ROOM WITH A VIEW

I worked last night on the Manor photo album,

making a new page by 

pulling together several pictures taken from our window.

For the first time in my life, 

I can see the sun as it moves from south to north,

 coming up each morning a little farther to the left 

at this time of year, 

before reversing its journey 

at the summer Solstice. 

I'd been educated to that fact,

but now I can see it from our perch on the fourth floor.

It influences the time I awaken

each morning.

When we lived in a leafy bower, 

it had its advantages as we enjoyed its sheltering coolness, 

but this new experience 

brings us the pleasure of living

on the top of our world.

Now do you suppose 

everyone will be clamoring to have us relocated 

so they can move into Room 412?

P.S.  Mr. Bob will want to launch into his lecture about the earth moving, rather than the Sun, but for all intents and purposes I'm leaving this entry the way it is. Call it poetic license, if you will.

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.