A woman’s torch should exceed her grasp
…or what’s a heaven for?
Late in the XX century Lina and I rented a second story flat with a narrow balcony that we never quite trusted: had we ever held, say, a party, and had half a dozen people gathered upon it to catch the view (panoramic), there would likely have been an account in the local news touching upon structural issues on the day following. The place was sold out from under us after a year, which is how we came to acquire The Crumbling Manse.™
The new owners evidently felt as we did, because they replaced the balcony with window boxes after removing the decorative iron railing and cutting it into into four sections. These Lina retrieved—the new owners were happy to have the scrap hauled away—and, with no prior experience whatsoever in this process, borrowed a friend’s gear and welded the four sections into two, which sit today on a low retaining wall at the property front boundary here. She was utterly fearless that way, and although this sometimes drew her into follies from which I could not always dissuade her (her “driveway,” for example, which she was still determined to resculpt for a fourth time and at hideous expense at the time of her death), she nevertheless accomplished things I would never have attempted or even contemplated.
cordially,
Late in the XX century Lina and I rented a second story flat with a narrow balcony that we never quite trusted: had we ever held, say, a party, and had half a dozen people gathered upon it to catch the view (panoramic), there would likely have been an account in the local news touching upon structural issues on the day following. The place was sold out from under us after a year, which is how we came to acquire The Crumbling Manse.™
The new owners evidently felt as we did, because they replaced the balcony with window boxes after removing the decorative iron railing and cutting it into into four sections. These Lina retrieved—the new owners were happy to have the scrap hauled away—and, with no prior experience whatsoever in this process, borrowed a friend’s gear and welded the four sections into two, which sit today on a low retaining wall at the property front boundary here. She was utterly fearless that way, and although this sometimes drew her into follies from which I could not always dissuade her (her “driveway,” for example, which she was still determined to resculpt for a fourth time and at hideous expense at the time of her death), she nevertheless accomplished things I would never have attempted or even contemplated.
cordially,