before things get nuts . . .

around here, i'm playing my little heart out:

and no, i didn't take the picture.  you're not going to catch me in the frozen tundra.  i've been down here too long.  forty years.  yep.

but once upon a time, i called this place home sweet *cough* home.  boarding school to be exact.  this was our dorm.  the rooms had window seats with the original blown glass panes. stunning. transom doors. metal beds. community baths unless you had a suite. mice in the kitchen. tudor style dining room.  did you know that a pat of butter flung from a tensed spoon will stick to a stucco ceiling until which time it descends with some alacrity into the head mistresses' dinner plate. house mothers. short sheeted beds.  study hours. lights out.