Snow Happens!

      Yesterday's snow put an exclamation point to my decision to relocate to the OFH. Venturing outdoors yesterday was limited to forays with Kaia. She loves the snow. The snow shovels I own are in South Dakota. Perhaps I've shoveled enough for one life time. Boyhood shoveling was serious business because we had no mechanized means of snow removal on the farm. There was shoveling grain, to boot. 

    Few of the other inmates of the OFH have farm experience, though there are a few who grew up on farms. Therefore, I remain a mystery to many of the occupants. Numbers of them cannot remember if it's North or South Dakota for my hobby farm.

  I'm happy here.

Takk for alt,

Al

A large baryon, like the one under which Buddha found enlightenment.    

I should have one for cutting cedars!

 

Small Pleasures!

      While I was out with Kaia shortly after 6 this morning it began to snow. It's snowed most of the day, reminding me of why I'm in the OFH. Since I left the OFH for The Little House last April most of my stays here have been brief. Consequently, there was an accumulation of laundry awaiting washing.

    Living in the condo downtown laundry facilities were a short walk down the hall. Three large washers and three large dryers allowed rapid washing/drying. Both The Little House and the OFH have laundry facilities, in the apartment at the OFH. This snowy day was perfect for catching up on laundry duties. While there is only one washer and dryer here they are large so laundry goes quickly. Clean laundry is one of the small pleasures of life.

   Kaia is not afraid of thunder, doesn't seem to notice it. But, the dryers spook her, especially the one in the OFH. Closing the door to the laundry room and staying in the bedroom with the door closed comforted her.

Takk for alt,

Al

   In yesterday's blog I reported about the three cats, and later two cats at my house in Thailand. Here's another cat story, while there were still three cats. One afternoon I was using the computer at the house. There was a knock on the door and a man was admitted carrying a tool box. The family had an in-home sewing business where they did contract clothes fabrication. For this work they had three industrial size sewing machines. Therefore, I assumed the man had come to repair a sewing machine. WRONG!

   He had come to operate on the cats. Using the shelf of one of the sewing machines he spayed the cats. Yes, he used anesthesia, the cats were loopy for awhile. They quickly recovered and seemed no worse for the wear. He charged the equivalent of $1.00 per cat.

 This is the kitchen of the house. To the far left is the rice cooker which as on 24/7.

Misc...

     While living in the condo in downtown Minneapolis, when I was traveling. I could place a note in my mailbox for the letter carrier to leave my mail in the condo office. They'd hold it until I returned. There is no such provision at the OFH. Roy and Dorothy have my mailbox key and take my mail in daily, while I'm gone. A grocery sack full of mail awaited my return. Today, I read through the weekly papers and other miscellaneous mail in that bag. Because this lacks much excitement I'll supplement the blog with a travel story.

    For ten of the twelve years I taught in Thailand I lived with the same Thai family. Their house was at the dead end of a long street. Behind their house was an undeveloped, wooded area. Animals, both domestic and wild, roamed the area. Most common were herds of pigs whose presence would set the neighborhood dogs barking.  Many a night I was awakened by the sounds of a dog fight. On a nearby road we'd encounter a large flock of goats. Cattle also visited...see the picture below.

   Apparently other critters also lived in the woods. The family that housed me had three cats when I left one year. Arriving the next year there were only two cats. When I asked about the absent cat they replied, "A snake ate it." That's why I didn't explore the woods.  

Takk for alt,

Al

 

Thai lawn mowers grazing near "my" house.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

     Here's hoping that your Thanksgiving Holiday was great. Mine was, and it's a blessing to be with family! Such an easy life I have and I'm grateful.

   Let's see if I can find a random picture.

Takk for alt,

Al

This is the floating restaurant we often frequented in Ayutthaya, Thailand. 

Danger Ahead!

      Last night B texted a picture of blowing snow in Sinai. That prompted a temptation. Leaving Sinai at 8am yesterday I followed the space between to weather fronts. Driving on the end of a warm front the cold front was pressing from behind. The evidence was rain sprinkles for the whole trip and fog for the last half. Blowing snow was the reality when Kaia had her last walk of the day at 9pm from the OFH. 

    Temptation you wonder? Yes, temptation to feeling smug that I'd out foxed the cold front. Okay...smug I am. Glad to be here and watch the maintenance man shovel the snow. 

Takk for alt,

Al

  The monasteries at Meteora, Greece, made me wonder about the bricklayers.  

Where am I?

     If you guessed the OFH, you win the prize! A check of the weather post Thanksgiving started the wheels turning. Why park on the street and hunker down in The Little House when the OFH awaits? A nice apartment, heated garage and food service in the building and obviously no shoveling...a move is a no brainer. Leaving Sinai at 8:00 am put me in front of the cold/snow wave. A friend's text pictures of the snow in Sinai about 5pm reinforced the decision. 

   Wishing the Sinai friends a Happy Thanksgiving,  Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Blessed Easter, I'm intending to stay until April. With a new furnace winterizing the house was probably moot. But, it's easily done so it was. Perhaps a massive blizzard will knock the power off to the whole town.  REA buried all the power lines in town this summer so the interruption. if there is one would be down the line.

Takk for alt,

Al

The Little House once looked like this. This year?????????

Why there?

      Brock, who rents the land pulled out a half mile fence. The fence line was buried in places. Likely from soil drifting off the field over a period of years. A field road ran along the fence line. It was very bumpy, the gift of pocket gophers. The pocket gophers were gone. Brock bladed the area for a smooth road. Then he seeded it down to permanent grasses. Now it's a nice, smooth path on grass which is quickly sodding. Brock's reward is more tillable land.

    At least it was a nice smooth path until pocket gophers mounded a section of it. "There's hundreds of acres of land, why must you choose the road?" It's the grass of course, the root systems of which provide food for the gophers.

   Gophers, rocks, thistles and cedars, my form of a gym membership! 😄

Takk for alt,

Al

Pocket gophers are fossorial rodents named for their fur-lined cheek pouches. Their cheek pouches, or pockets, are used for transporting bits of plant food that they gather while foraging underground. They have special adaptations for their burrowing lifestyle, including clawed front paws for digging, small eyes and ears, and sensitive whiskers and tails. They’re also able to close their lips behind their long incisors so they can use their teeth to loosen soil without getting any dirt in their mouths. Pocket gophers are medium-sized rodents that range in length from 5 to 14 inches.

Only once have I seen a pocket gopher above land.

That Was Fun!

     My four house guests just left to drive back to Minneapolis. As the cap on a good weekend, Josh brought a pot roast dinner for us all. Four guests in the small Little House is a bit tight but it all worked well. All of the guests were very helpful making the weekend go smoothly. Many birds were seen and a good time was had by all and also by Al. Weather was ideal. This was the second year and added 16 year old Henry, a very nice addition to the group.

Takk for alt,

Al

Kaia had a great time but reached her limit today.

Steps?

      One logged 14,764 steps, 6.3 miles, the other three slightly less. Over hill and dale, through grass and cattails, even mud they slogged. Dinner tonight? Pheasant...Pheasant Cafe that is. 😃 However, many birds were seen.

Takk for alt,

Al

We spent a little time in Amsterdam on our way to Romania. Would a visit to Amsterdam be without a stop at a cheese shop?

Story trigger...

      This morning while I was cutting cedars from the pasture fence by the road, B stopped to chat. It's always a pleasure to converse with this 20 something farmer. He lives very near to the pasture. For at least thirty minutes we had a delightful, wide ranging conversation. Perhaps stopping to visit with a neighbor over a fence was more common in the past. It brought a story to mind.

   While I was living in Mohall, ND., near the border of Canada, Art was a dentist in town. He told me this story. In addition to dentistry Art did some farming. One day he was doing some fieldwork across the fence from his neighbor, Wes. who was also in the field. Stopping to chat Wes said, "I've got to come to see you, I have a terrible toothache." Art said, "Let me see." Wes opened his mouth and Art said, "We can take care of that, lie down on your back." Wes lay down and Art used a plier to pull Wes' tooth. Unanswered is the question, did Art charge him? 😀 Field dentistry, who would have thought?

Takk for alt,

Al

Mohall was founded in 1901 by M.O. Hall, a businessman from Duluth, Minnesota. The city was originally named Hall but this conflicted with another community in North Dakota with the same name, so it was changed to Mohall in 1902. In 1910, Mohall was established as the county seat for Renville County.^[6] The Renville County Courthouse opened in 1937.

Bummer!

        My heart sank when I drove up to the favorite dining venue. Looking forward to conversation with two friends, the sign board gave me pause. It proudly proclaimed "Live Music Tonight". That's bad news for the hearing impaired, looking for conversation. A significant reason for that place being my choice venue is that it's relatively quiet. But, there's no escape from loud Americans. Having eaten in restaurants around the world none have clientele as loud as American diners. Restaurants can't control the volume of patrons. However, this one typically doesn't add to the din by blasting loud music. Commenting on it to the waiter he chimed in saying that it makes it difficult for the wait staff, too. That's my whine for tonight.

     In spite of the music we had a good conversation and an enjoyable time. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Sibiu, Romania, was one of the cities we visited and enjoyed in Transylvania.

What excitement?

      Sinai and excitement don't actually go together. Perhaps that's a good thing. Happily the new furnace continues to work. That's not really exciting but it's good. It has much fancier filter than the pervious one. That's good because personally I don't dust. The house isn't very dusty but the one time I dusted it all came back, so I didn't dust again.

    So a random picture will have to do for the day.

Takk for alt,

Al

This is the car Joanne, see her behind the car, and I rented in Romania. We drove around Transylvania in the Carpathian Mountains. Thus the picture of Dracula's Castle recently.

  The mountains of Romania are dominated by the Carpathian Mountains, which form a large arch across the country. These mountains are divided into the Eastern, Southern, and Western Carpathians and feature peaks over 2,000 meters, including the highest, Moldoveanu Peak. Romania's mountain landscapes include vast forests, high-altitude lakes, and unique rock formations, and the region is known for its rich wildlife

Mission Accomplished!

     The furnace with an installer arrived at 9:00 this morning and it was in place by 1:00. It's a bit of an upgrade from the old one. It has both a two stage burner and a two stage blower. The circulating fan, when the furnace isn't heating, provides a gentle breeze.

   So what went wrong last week? How did a 80,000 btu furnace get installed where a 60,000 btu one was ordered?  It was mislabeled at the factory. The installer didn't discover the mistake until after installation.  When the furnace was started it vibrated because it was too large for the filter. With careful inspection the installer discovered the discrepancy.

   Perhaps I mentioned in a previous blog the humorous part. It comes with a ten year parts and service warranty. Think about how old I'll be in ten years.😃When I retreat to the OFH for winter I'll drain the pipes and put anti-freeze in the traps. However, with a brand new furnace the chances of the house freezing up is minimal. 

Takk for all,

Al

Any guesses about this photo? It's a structure familiar to most from an unusual vantage point. It's the Eiffel Tower looking up from inside. 

Accurate!

    Weather forecasters for some days have been predicting rain. It's raining. That's a good thing because currently it's bordering on drought. The one tree in the yard of The Little House is a large fir. It's good that it, and other trees, can have a drink before freeze-up. In the past this probably would have been snow but with the warming atmosphere it's rain on the 17th of November. I'm a rain wimp, much preferring to stay dry.

   So it's snug in The Little House with the borrowed furnace. That furnace is scheduled to be replaced tomorrow. Let's hope that this time is a charm.

Takk for alt,

Al

Any guesses?  If either of you said Dracula's Castle, you'd be correct. Our tour guide for our group of three was a young Romanian man who spoke English well. He said he learned by watching American TV. With just three of us in tow he took us up secret stairways and through secret passages that larger groups couldn't use. Sighisoara, the nearby city had a "Dracula's Pizza." 

Not all bad...

      The phone that turned 'Marine' into 'Maureen' isn't all bad. With Lisa's visit she was keen to see her cousins and other extended family. Convening has fallen to me and that's where the phone comes in. Mid-week I sent a group text announcing a time and a restaurant. Invitees text back if they're coming and I phone in a reservation.  Five cousins and a spouse attended plus two aunts and an uncle. All told there were 10 of us, who sat long at the table in conversation. A good time was had by all and Al, too.

Takk for alt,

Al

I've been losing weight!

Old dogs and new tricks!

      Card games have not been a large part of my life. In the Marines, and especially aboard ship, many Marines would play for hours. Not Ed and Al. However, lately, in my dotage, I've taken up cribbage. Why would an old duffer do that? There was an external motivating factor. That factor is named Tom. Tom's a friend and a cribbage enthusiast. He asked if I play cribbage and when I said no he was disappointed. He was disappointed because he didn't have a cribbage partner. 

    Well...in that case I could learn and he's an excellent teacher. So, when I'm at the OFH he comes over for lunch and then we play cribbage. The cribbage is okay but the friendship is priceless. Anita heard us talking about it in church and was interested in learning so we included her in the lunch-cribbage scenario. 

  Lisa's here for the weekend and also learning cribbage so.......

Takk for alt,

Al

Nicolae Ceausescu, former dictator of Romania bulldozed much of Bucharest to build this "People's Palace". 

What's a few more days?

       Something happened at the shop so the new furnace didn't come today. They offered to bring it Monday. However, because I have house guest Monday, I opted for Tuesday. The one they installed, mistakenly, Friday, is working fine. In the life of retired geezer what's a few more days? They are offering some compensation for the mix-up. 

   This is what passes for excitement and that's a good thing!  I'll post a random picture and call it good.

Takk for alt,

Al

I've been doing some of this.

     

If—

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Rudyard Kipling

1865 –

1936

"If you can keep your head when all about you

   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

   But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,..."

     In my travels over the years I witnessed much impatience. Travelers frustrated and irate about something not meeting their approval. It seems such a waste of energy.  Today's installation of the new furnace didn't go as planned. Essentially a service person's error. He worked hard to correct the situation, was apologetic and promised to return tomorrow to fix it. There is heat tonight. Not hard to be patient!

   I'd rather focus on the blessing of 60 degree weather when a furnace is being installed. There is so much to be thankful for which includes the resources to pay for a new furnace. In the grand scheme of things a bit of delay will not matter.

Takk for alt,

Al

Mt. Fuji after a snowfall, 1961.

"A rose by any other name...

          “What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.” is a famous quote from William Shakespeare's play, Romeo and Juliet. This quote came to mind Monday. (Modern roses don't smell.)

      Monday was the 250th birthday of the Marine Corps. Two Marines, Ed and Al, are both early risers. So, Monday at 7:00 a.m., while I was out walking Kaia, Ed called to wish me a happy birthday. When I didn't answer the phone he left me a voicemail.

    Here's where modern technology gets involved. A modern phone not only records the actual voice message it goes a step beyond. A gift to the hearing impaired such as I, the phone gives the message in print, at least as best it understands it. This is what transpired. The recording of Ed's voice: "Happy Birthday, Marine!" This is the phone's transcription; "Happy Birthday, Maureen!" 😀  I was called a lot of things in the Marines, including by a drill instructor, "A petrified piece of buzzard puke." But, being called 'Maureen' was a new one. 

Takk for alt,

Al, also known at Maureen

Standing in formation, Okinawa, 1962.

Al, trying to make small talk! :)

 

I Do Learn

      The mixture of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap for Kaia's skunk smell worked. She got wet while we were hunting today and it did not exacerbate the odor. She still carries a little of it but another treatment will likely end it. 

    The new furnace will be installed Thursday. The old furnace, feeling threatened, has not failed for thirty hours. Too late, your days are numbered.

   If I wanted to drive to Brookings I could get a free meal at Hy-Vee for Veteran's Day. I'll pass. Many years ago at a Veteran's Day event at a local high school a student read a statement that included this line, "Every veteran is a patriot."  Nope, not true, some veterans were crooks while in  the service and others were crooked after discharge. It's a mistake to tie patriotism too closely to the military. Obviously, many veterans paid a huge price for their service, including with their lives. 

   The deer almost finished their fifty pound salt block. The one I put out today will last about a year. Do other critters use the salt? Perhaps I should mount a trail camera nearby to see. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Writing a letter home, which I did each week, from a tent on the slopes of Mt. Fuji, Japan.  1961

Skunk Odor, redux!

      Live and learn. The Skunk Off, about which I wrote previously didn't work. Contrary to the container it's a masking product not odor remover. After a treatment with Off  Kaia would be less odiferous until she got wet. The Off would wash off and she'd be as smelly as when first sprayed. Four treatments with Off and today when she ran in the snow...strong odor. 

    She's bee incredibly patient, willingly entering the shower, through it all. Today she again entered the shower to be bathed with hydrogen peroxide and baking soda. Let's hope this helps.

   On another subject; a furnace is on order, in stock, and to be installed this week.

    250 years ago on this date in Tun Tavern, Philadelphia, PA., the U. S. Marine Corps was founded. While in the Marines the Marine Corps Birthday was as big a deal as Thanksgiving. Of course Ed and I talked this morning. It's also Martin Luther's birthday in 1483.

Takk for alt,

Al

 Ed and I posing after being promoted to corporal in the same class. Okinawa 1961 0r 1962.

Furnace Follies!

      The day after the furnace guys left, saying "no guarantees", I awakened to a winter wonderland. The landscape was white and the temperature slightly below freezing. The temperature dropped during the day to 20 degrees at night. The furnace? It worked all day and quit at night. It did run when I manually restarted it. Now it no longer works all day requiring occasional re-starts. I wish the guys hadn't been so accurate. 

    The company furnace consultant will visit tomorrow. A new furnace is certain, it's just the configuration and timing to be decided. The OFH is available as refuge if the timeline is too long. A new space heater stands by if the furnace quits entirely. Ah, the joys of home ownership!

Takk for alt,

Al

 An old picture of the old house, 100 years old this year, when there was more snow.

A Book!

      Seldom have I found myself so accurately described as I did in this last book. It's a memoir by a man with a debilitating illness whose life is changed by adopting a crippled pigeon. He was travelling in SE Asia as he begins experiencing the illness.  He writes, "If you've have read other travel-accounts-gone-wrong, it is likely you have seen the photos that the afflicted take in their hospital beds. In fact, admission to a hospital because of some crazy illness or accident seems to be a rite of passage for the adventure traveler." P. 211 Hospitalized, he took the picture. 

     In 2012 travelling to Thailand for the first stint of teaching I had some days before reporting to school. On a previous trip to Laos my planned itinerary shorted out when I crossed the Mekong to use an internet cafe in Thailand and I was refused re-admittance to Laos. With days to spare I returned to Laos to complete the trip. Getting as far as I had on the previous trip I fell entering a cave. Stitched up in the local hospital I became infected and went to Bangkok for medical treatment. So, hospitalized there, I took the requisite photo in the hospital bed. (See below)

     How comfortable are you with another person's pain? The answer to that question may determine if you wish to read We Should All Be Birds, Brian Buckbee's memoir. He has a fascinating attachment to birds, especially, pigeons, about which I learned much. Interspersed with the tales about pigeons are his descriptions of his excruciating pain.  It's certainly an interesting book and recommended with the caveat about your tolerance for another's pain. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Ya then...

 

I did some dusting once but it all came back so I never dusted again.

Serendipitous!

      How often would that happen? The Little House was cold this morning because the furnace didn't start. When I called for service at 7:30, the dispatcher said the technician is in Sinai and he'd be at the house between 10:00 and 12:00. He (they) arrived at 10:00. Park Ave, on which The Little House fronts, has three blocks of housing. The service people already had two appointments on Park Ave. so I was number three.😀 Prompt service!

   The report? The fifteen year old furnace should be replaced. The guys said they couldn't promise that the furnace would start reliably. Such is life. Yes, I bought the current one.

Takk for alt,

Al

My 1954 Austin Healy, in the Redwoods of California. The only former car that I miss.

Retiree Prerogative!

       A frequent refrain of mine is that adults can often vote with their body. What is true of adults in general is even more true of mobile retirees. Today is a case in point. Due to years of neglect the pasture fence has become infected with cedar trees. Because you both faithfully read this blog you know how that happens. Yesterday, while cutting cedars on the north side of the pasture I looked to the south fence. What did I see, of course, more cedars there.

   With admirable motivation today I began work on that fence line. Began is the operative word here. The wind in this unprotected area was 31 mph with gusts to 51. Being a wind wimp, and of a certain age, while I began work, I didn't continue long. Exercising my senior prerogative, I went back to the house and picked up a good book, confident the cedars would remain in place until a later date.

   Blessed with health and mobility, retirement is grand...yes, I'm grateful.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS I'm on a roll, Josh is bringing dinner again tonight!

The road to Baguio, Philippine Islands.

Skunk Tale 3,

         It's not the house!  That was today's revelation. Another revelation is that skunk odor relapses. Monday was skunk spray day. Doused Kaia with Skunk Off in the field. Showered her with Skunk Off in the house.  Aired out the house. Where's the odor originating? Oh, it's Kaia.  It's a relapse because she smelled worse today than yesterday. So, back in the shower with Skunk Off.  Here's hoping.....

Takk for alt,

Al

What passes for wisdom!

 

Skunk Tales, Part 2.

      Last night when Josh delivered the spaghetti dinner he stepped inside as requested. Immediately he asked "Who got skunked?"  He rated the odor 2-3 on a ten point scare. The scented candle burned all evening and guess what happened? The house smells like scented candle skunk. 

    Upon arising this morning I opened windows. That has made a significant difference in the level of odor. Fortunately it's not desperately cold out. It's 60 degrees as I type this. Could be worse! This too shall pass.

Takk for alt,

Al

It was a striped skunk that sprayed Kaia. They weigh 6-14 pounds and are common locally.

During my boyhood spotted skunks, we called civet cats, were common. They weigh 1.5 pounds. They have disappeared locally.

It Happened!

    How much of what we worry about never happens? Most of it, I'd say. An elderly woman was in conversation with her pastor. She said "I've had a lot of trouble in my life, and most of it never happened." Isn't that very true? We worry and worry but most of that is fruitless, because most bad things don't happen and even if they do worrying is mostly useless.

    Well, today it happened. Something for which I've been worried for 30+ years. No, I'm safe and sound. It's a big nuisance that will gradually fade. About ten minutes into our hunt today, Kaia encountered a skunk. The results were predictable. The last time this occurred was 30+ years ago and I was a guest in my mother's house.

   There was a container of Skunk Off in the truck. After finishing our hunt, bird less, I treated Kaia. The formula does work. The problem is that the odor is so pervasive that it had spread far beyond her. Everything in her proximity inherited the smell. Once exposed it's difficult to tell how really smelly things are. Revelation came when I stopped at the Post Office. As I stepped out of the truck, Jim, who was exciting the Post Office 15 feet away, said, "Did you run over a skunk?" 

   Back at the house, boots off outside, all clothes, including jacket and vest, went in the washer. Kaia and hunter went into the shower. Another application of Skunk Off, followed by a rinse and wash with baby shampoo, and Kaia is odor free. The house??? I can't really tell. So, when Josh brings my dinner over tonight I've asked him to step inside to get his opinion.

   Skunk smell is not objectionable to me. Obviously that's a minority opinion. Perhaps my accommodation to it comes from my experience trapping skunks as a boy. Company is coming later this month so hopefully the smell will dissipate by then. Did Kaia learn a lesson? Of course not.

Takk for alt,

Al

Corn abounds!

The Little House!

     Driving after dark is tricky now with early sunset and active deer. Consequently, I left the OFH early enough to reach Sinai before dark. It was a good stay in my vacation home. It's also nice in The Little House. 

   There is some corn left to be harvested. The local grain elevator was still receiving corn at 5:00 on Sunday. Offering extended hours on Saturday and Sunday is a marketing move. Most other facilities are closed. There's a large pile of corn on what used to be the ballfield. There are also large plastic tubes, scattered about, filled with corn. The huge steel bins are full. The corn must now be dry enough from the field at least for short term storage.

  Corn...it's what passes for excitement in Sinai. 😀

Takk for alt,

Al

Dinning Room!

     Much of the time spent in the OFH I do lunch in the bistro. Now, becasue I've been here so little, the pantry and refrigerator are bare. Rather than restock them I've opted to eat in the dining room. That's nourishing. convenient, cheap and social. Typically I find acquaintances with whom to sit. The plan in this OFH is that we pay for only the meals we eat and there is no other assessment for meals. Well, that's not quite true. A continental brekfast is included in the rent we pay. It's the source of my morning coffee and a bowl of cereal in my apartment is the norm.

   Halloween is low key in the OFH. There is a small shelf outside of the apartment entrance door. Most of the inmates have an art object on it. Last night there was candy on many of those shelves. Had one desired cruising the halls could have provided the cruiser with much candy. Me? I refrained.😇

Takk for alt,

Al