It's cloudy here today, and there's an intermittent light rain. It's warm and muggy so I'm running the air in the house and the apartment. I have dehumidifiers running in the shop and the enclosed part of the barn. Environmental control is essential here. Without, mildew and mold will destroy cloth, leather, paper, and a good many other things.
Paying the electric bill for the equipment is like paying the propane bill in winter. It's just something you have to do if you want to survive up here.
If we ever lose the grid, that humidity is going to be a huge drawback. Something I didn't give much thought to when I moved here. However hard you try to plan, and no matter how much research you do, you'll miss something.
I like these little paintings of fairies with ferrets. Some lady paints them. I have not been able to find her web page, but when I do I want to see how much she wants for an original painting. If it's beyond my means maybe she sells prints. I'd like to have one to hang on the wall. In our living room we have a print of one of Chagall's paintings. It's my wife's favorite. I have three paintings hung over the fireplace, one of Robert E. Lee, one of Stonewall Jackson, and the famous "last meeting" of the two. Of course mine are all prints. I think one of these little ferret paintings would add some color to what is otherwise a fairly somber display.
My brother Terry and I went to Chancellorsville years ago. We saw the monument that marked where Jackson was inadvertently shot by his own men on a dark, stormy night while returning from a reconnaissance. Back then, Generals actually did that kind of thing.
Then we went to the little farm house where his arm was amputated.
Finally, we went to the cemetery where he was buried. It was strange to stand by the grave, with a picture of the funeral in our hands. We could see right where everyone stood all those years ago.
We also went to Lee's tomb. But it was a Sunday, the college was closed, and we could only look through the windows on the building face. We had brought some flowers to leave, so we just had to leave them on the steps.
The prints I have were all given to me as gifts by coworkers over the years. They are beautifully framed, and will go to my son when I have no further need of them. There are some things I want to be sure the kids get and these prints are among them.
Another is my Marine Officer's sword.
I'm sure that's not something my son will get much use out of. It's hanging over the mantlepiece right now. In my time all Marine officers were required to have a sword, and to know the ceremonial drill involved in using them. There were two choices, either a Spanish made or German made sword. I got a German sword. You had to pay for all your uniforms and ancillary equipment out of your own pocket, and the small allowance you got didn't begin to cover the expenses. It took me quite awhile to pay for that sword. Perhaps today the young lieutenants don't have to buy them unless they are going to some ceremonial post like 8th and I. That would make more sense, but strangely enough the sword was part of the mystique that bound you to the Marine Corps, so maybe they still constitute part of the initial uniform requirements.
My daughter will get her mother's things, like china, crystal and bronze tableware. I'm sure she'll also get the collection of jewelry I bought my wife from all over the world, which she never wore. I knew she wouldn't, but I wanted her to have something nice from all the different places I went.