Thursday, October 5, 2017
the ringing of the bell
Florida's last Civil war soldier beside the most most modern plane at the time, 1955
It seems so nice not to have an obligation. I can tinker here at the house and catch up on the coach repairs needed. We are looking forward to this porch screening.
Son Mark knows I like brass bells. The nautical bells. Aboard ship time is measured in bells. Bells sound on the hour and half hour. Some ships go round the clock, some stop at ten and commence at 0500. Mark gave me a bell last year and I hung it on my workshop. During the day I had a habit of walking by and giving it a ring or two. It was sort of a fun thing for an old sailor.
Yesterday I started to reach for the short chain just as a wasp came out of the bell, WHOA. I eased down, looked up and the entire bell on the inside was active with wasps milling around the nest that was around the ringer doing whatever wasps do. Needless to say I did not ring the bell! Mostly wasps and other insects or bugs go their way and I mine (except mosquitoes & flies). I can sit in the swing and allow the wasp, yellow jacket or bee to fly all around knowing they won’t actually bother me if I do not bother them. (Note: Not so my girl!)
Anyway in the next day or two I must eliminate the wasp nest. I have a sore throat and sound like a frog. I guess the mortar will have time to really set up. Before I start with the aluminum framing for the screen wire. LOL
All these cars were new when the old Civil war vet had his picture taken.