November 24, 2015

And the walls keep tumbling down
In the city that we love...



Great clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above.



But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?



Oh where do we begin--
The rubble or our sins?

                                               "Pompeii" by Bastille

November 21, 2015

I decline to comment.

November 18, 2015

"The walls are high, but the sky is higher."

And on evenings like this, it's easy to forget that the walls are even there.

November 12, 2015

This blog is already in danger of Zadok overload, but in spite of that, here are a couple recent pictures of him:

Zadok reads one of his favorite books, LMNOPeas...

And enjoys breakfast next to Ludmilla, our new stove. She was presiding over the kitchen when we arrived, but when the cold weather began Amos moved her to the sitting room. Ludmilla is a formidable personality as stoves go, but I'm not convinced that she puts out any more warmth then one of our old "tin can" stoves.

It's way outdated but too cute to pass up--Zadok is attacked by a school of clothespins!

November 4, 2015

A good friend connects with her Mongol roots at an impromptu concert the other day. The instrument is called a "Du Tar" which means, "Two strings." It was made from a tin cracker box and what appears to have been a chair leg in some previous existence. Surprisingly sweet sounds can come from lowly roots.

Note: As always, pictures of local friends are not to be shared outside the family.