
"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Thursday, January 05, 2006
We're Still Standing
While I was in Turkey, Libby got a crew (thank you Simon Armijo and Charley Wagner among others) to build two concrete --or "SEE- ment" as we say here-- buttresses to hold up the crumbling east wall of our 120- plus year- old stone house, which regular readers may recall was dumping fist- sized lumps of mortar on our heads as we slept before I left. One problem down!

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You mean it's not pronounced SEE-ment everywhere?
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