And my personal favorite, probably because it looks a bit like a prison.
My thanks to the photographer, who generously shared these with me and gave permission for their use.
I was a bit surprised at my own reaction to seeing them. There is something eerie about seeing the Admin Building like that. It was a place where I had some very unpleasant experiences as a teenager. My unbidden thought as I scrolled through them the first time was “somebody is gonna get in big trouble for messing up all that shrubbery.”
I know, that’s dumb, and I knew it was dumb, but it was my first thought.
One other note:
My apologies for being MIA for the last few weeks. We are remodeling our house. It’s one of those things that started when we bought some new flooring. First it was going to be “rip out the living room carpet and replace it with wood.” Then it turned into “do the whole house” and “we might as well paint while the old floor is still down.” Then we thought “why not do something with the kitchen cabinets while we’re at it.” And that led to “let’s get an electrician and redo all the lighting.” The kitchen is very nearly done. The flooring, which was the original deal here, hasn’t even been started. And in the process, I got a new washing machine, and Dave built a stand for it and that has to be installed (it’s currently in the garage).
We’re now at the “why in the hell did we ever start this” stage, but we have to finish. Other than the electrician, and a guy to help Dave pull out the old flooring, we’ve done all the work ourselves, and we are old and hence slow. Each kitchen cabinet door has required five separate coats of paint and lots of sanding in between, on both sides, and there are 36 of them. I’ll post before and after photos later on.
In addition, of course, I am dealing with an additional blog that has required a bit of my time.
My sincere thanks to Friends of Frances for stepping in and filling the gap, in spite of their own hectic schedules.
I am sort of delighted to see just how much Cathy has missed me. Hang on, Cathy. I’ll be back after awhile.