This old house (revisited)

Today I started the job of insulating the ceiling above the the living room. The tops of the arches are up there, and I hope that we will be to enjoy more heat in the house if we insulate.

Patrick in the hospital

Unfortunately, Patrick is in the hospital right now, but he's a trooper so, he's handling it really well.

This Old House

Yesterday while I was waiting for a truck to come and dump a bunch of firewood in front of the house, the water guys showed up, came in, inspected the water pipes at the meter and declared that they would in the near future be replacing said water pipes. In the interests of doing so, they then sliced a nice cut in the asphalt in front of the house, portending things to come.
The things to come done came today, as there is a digger out there massacaring the street, to dig a trench, to put in a new storm drain and to replace the water mains, meaning that we will be in the same shoes as most of the rest of our part of town, which is feeling more and more like a village, replete with dust, mud and DIRT roads.

MoSAM

Continuing on the topic of how specifically and generally hard it is to be Sam (aside from the ongoing challenge of bi-lingualism and telecommuniCATions), here is another piece of clear evidence that it is indeed HARD TO BE Sam.
On the other hand, you get to sport quite a set of whiskers being Sam, which does make up for some of the difficulty.

Don't bother me: I am on the phone

It is extremely difficult to be a cat. To be denied in the day and age of modern technology the basic conveniences that many take for granted. Fantastically difficult to have to lay on radiators all day long to keep them from flying off their mounts and into the ceiling. In a nutshell, it is HARD TO BE SAM.

Harvest time

I got most of the apples picked at the lot today. 14 crates of varying sizes. And a bag of walnuts. There's plenty more too!

St. Mihaly bucsu

St. Michael is the patron saint of the town and they have started having a street festival to celebrate, on the street where the St. Mihaly church is. It's right up the street from our house, so we were there last Sunday after returning from Budapest.

Frozen face

Opps! Here's that picture of Patrick I was talking about

pictures from the train

Some portraits on the train from last weekend's trip to Budapest, including a fantastic "if your face was frozen like this forever" picture of Patrick while angry.