Tag: Bocce
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Play Daily
From our first fanciful forays — pipe dreaming and what-iffing — Rosslyn represented for Susan and for me an opportunity to play more. Or so we imagined back in 2005 and 2006 as we slowly talked each other into a monumental life change. Although fantasy and reality haven’t overlapped exactly the way we conceived, most…
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Thank You, Tiho!
Although there have been a spattering of timely tributes to Tiho over the last few years, the truth is, I’m long overdue — *beyond* long overdue — for a proper tribute to the man who’s empowered so much of the renovation work that Susan and I have undertaken in recent years. Susan and I first…
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Hydroseeding Icehouse Environs
A quick post this evening to thank Bob and Eric for hydroseeding the soon-to-be-grass lawns around Rosslyn’s icehouse. It’s been a disruptive 10+ months during rehabilitation, and given the site work and construction staging, debris, etc. we’ve become accustomed to mud, mud, mud. But today — at looong last — we begin the regreening. Hydroseeding?…
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Post-Construction Sitework Begins
Yes, the rainstorms continue to batter us. A nice day yesterday – a welcome reprieve that permitted us to squeeze in some boating during my niece’s visit — but by this afternoon the inundation had resumed. Not super helpful on the same day that post-construction sitework begins… It’s a welcome site to have Bob Kaleita…
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The Past Lives On
The past lives on in art and memory, but it is not static: it shifts and changes as the present throws its shadow backwards. — Margaret Drabble I return today to a recurring theme, a preoccupation perhaps, that wends its way through my Rosslyn ruminations and my collections of photographs and artifacts. While the past…
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Synchronous Progress
It’s been a good week, and it’s not even over yet. Much gratitude is due the entire team as we move into a Friday with many moving parts and a growing balance sheet of synchronous progress in the icehouse, outside the icehouse, and throughout Rosslyn’s still muddy but increasingly springlike grounds. A photo essay (think…
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We could live at Rosslyn
“We could live at Rosslyn,” I said. “What?” Susan sounded startled. “You mean buy Rosslyn and live there?” “Why not? If we lived there, if it were going to be our home instead of just an investment, maybe we could justify buying it.” We had joked about how much time and money it would take…