At the house on Saturday morning, I guess someone's ears had been burning last week as a couple of hours into the day, the new house owner turned up, armed with a hammer and a big smile. It was great to see her and I know everyone else was pleased too. It was another freezing cold day and we welcomed her support. I didn't take many photos this week, I really didn't want to keep taking my hands out of their gloves. We resumed our electrical task from last week and laid the rest of the cable upstairs.
But once that job was finished enthusiasm had waned, thanks to the chill air, and so we wound down about 2pm, promising ourselves steaming bubble baths and frothy hot chocolate once we got home.
Later, I met Emily and Margie in DC as there was a church I'd been trying to see for a while. While Mum was here in October, an artist, Alex Brewer, had been painting an old abandoned church with bright colors and I wanted to see it first hand. He wanted to, "re-purpose it in a positive way." Apparently it took him and his team several weeks to complete the project slapping layers of paint over the building.
Across the street from the church is an abandoned school and on a wall outside it is a beautiful mural, hand painted and encrusted with broken mirror pieces that glint as you walk past.
The day was getting colder and the wind was picking up so we decided to find a local bar for food and beer to finish off the afternoon. We found an Irish bar and as we walked along the sidewalk this guy strolled past us clutching a huge bunch of silver balloons that the strong breeze was trying to free from him. I would ordinarily have wondered what he was doing with them or where he was going but after the past couple of hours of looking at strange sights, I didn't wonder at all. I just smiled.