The galah has landed

She's written this 'clever' 'witticism' in two emails so far... so I figured I'd pander to her weird sense of humour by calling her a galah as well. As you may have guessed, my postings are a couple of days behind reality. But that's what's supposed to happen when you're on holidays, right? I'd like to be able to tell you that the rest of the time she's letting me lie around on the bed and eat chocolates while watching cable (yup, there's cable in the bedroom of the apartment this year, tee hee!!) but no. She makes me come out with her and do stuff. Sheesh.


OK, one of the first things we did (obviously) was go and see Jim. And we combined that with a visit to the Provincetown Art Association and Museum (PAAM or the Art Ass to those in the know, although the director does not appreciate the second option). There was an opening of an exhibition of recent aquisitions. Here's Jim and Mim standing in front of one of them. It's a (big) Littlefield. Remember the essay she wrote on the I Ching for the Littlefield cattle dog last year? It all comes together, you see, in the end.


Later Jim and Miriam went to dinner at the Mews and caught up on gossip, then it was over to Jim's house to see Russell, who had come up for the weekend. Miriam got a tour of the garden and here are some of the pics.

Russell flicked a switch among the shrubbery and like magic, a fountain lit up - it had been sitting stagnant for a while, so was a bit whiffy when Russell started it up, but it looked lovely. Check it out!


And here's a pic of a piddling statue:












And here's a bay window, looking spooky from the outside...