The brickies returned this morning and finished (at least, it looks like they finished) building the chimney. Once the sitting room extension gets finished, they'll have to come back and put the stone facing on the chimney but for now, it's ready for the joiners to do their thing.
Conspicuously absent were the roofers but then we heard yesterday that George, the main tiler, has had an eye injury and was in the Perth Royal Infirmary. Whether he was there to stay or just for an appointment, we don't know, but we do know that last week sometime he got some shards of metal in one of his eyes. Perhaps Stuart, George's assistant, is stretched too thin. Stuart told us yesterday that tiles can't be put up if it's wet, but it was dry all day today. The forecast, however, doesn't look promising. (But then, half the time it's incorrect, so really, why do I bother?) Anyway, we wish we had more of a roof over our heads than we do, especially if it's going to rain and especially after our experience yesterday.
This morning I joined 2 of the usual 3 women for morning coffee at the Royal. We chat about all sorts of things when we get together but often seem to dwell more on one topic. This week that topic was memories of the days when we had very little money and the things we did to cut corners to get by on what little we had. We all acknowledged how fortunate we are now that we honestly can't say how much we pay for milk or bread these days because we don't need to know.
Don was out playing golf with the husband of one of these women all morning. When he came home we made ourselves omelets for lunch. Tonight we're meeting Jackie and Eric at the Achray Hotel in St Fillans for dinner.
Last night I had my second drawing lesson. We began by drawing our childhood picture of home. The instructions were to draw the picture the way we would have drawn it as a child but I misinterpreted it to mean "draw a picture of your childhood home." We had big pieces of paper to draw on and our teacher set a big tub of fat crayons on the table for us to draw/colour with. It was a great exercise. Much more so than the second half of the evening which concentrated on drawing all the wrinkles on our hands. Ugh! Anyway, one or possibly two of you who read this blog will recognize the house and be able to say if I captured it.
All afternoon I have been in the studio working on constructing the borders of the new quilt. It is going to take me a while to get this one ready for prime time.
Reunited at Prestwick Airport
Upon my return from Aix-en-Provence
About Me
- Lynn
- In September 2003, my husband, Donald, and I moved from Bethesda, Maryland, to the Highland village of Comrie in Perthshire. It was the fulfillment of a dream that we have nurtured since our first trip to Scotland in 1986. Beginning with October 1, 2003, each month I have written the Highland Line to family, friends, former colleagues, and acquaintances who were interested in following our adventure. Donald is a consultant/teacher in distance education and an avid golfer, although he hadn't played until he began taking lessons in 2003. I am a quilter, specializing in smaller art quilts rather than traditional bed-sized quilts, although I sometimes make one of those as well. We have four daughters back in the States and 6 grandchildren. We make two trips to the States each year to visit with them and as many friends and relatives as we can manage to squeeze in. Welcome to our dream come true.
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