Throughout the Centro Storico (the old city, the historic centre), in which we were staying, marvelous old, heavy doors guarded the entrances to the whitewashed stone houses of Peschici. Once again, imagine a very patient Pater waiting just down the narrow cobbled road, while I wield my camera. . . .
Back at home, after one too many raccoon explored its possible way over our threshhold, the door left open in the summer heat, Pater is on the hunt for screen doors. Meanwhile, my daughter's clever partner made one himself, knocking together a simple, efficient, and decent-looking model in a few hours. That simple efficiency and the fact that he used wood for his frame connect that door to these, for me at least. Again, Here and There, Then and Now. . .
Yoga today, a run, some work on my course outlines for Fall term, some knitting (really would like to have a baby blanket finished before Grandchild #3 arrives), reading, just a few items on today's list. What are you up to? Thought about doors lately? Or weaving travel memories into everyday life? Or any comment at all that lets me know you're out there. . . .I do enjoy our conversations, and I thank you for reading.