on escaping your toils
By Nic Sebastian
of all things
I would be a church bell
I would be cast in bronze
and copper and tuned
for tenor I would be hung high
inside a church tower
and the seasons would march
over the land
under my indifferent eye
and I would not notice the fuss
of nesting swallows in the belfry
or lovers and murderers
enacting old stories
in my ringing chamber
I would hang high and be tuned for tenor
to ring birth death danger
and love
quite indifferently
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From Sebastian's blog Dark and Like a Web (to which I was led by The Velveteen Rabbi).
I had to take my kids to the dermatologist again in the morning for second treatments on their feet, which needless to say they were not thrilled about. Then I dragged them to Kohl's, which is having a sale on bedding and had a comforter set that fit son's requirement for a dorm room, namely: mostly black (Bed, Bath & Beyond has several lovely rainbow colored sets that made him roll his eyes and Macy's didn't have extra long sheets in stock). When we came home, I watched the animated Star Trek episode "The Slaver Weapon" and wrote 9/10 of my review since I have a very busy day on Friday. I knew Larry Niven had written it and couldn't remember why I hadn't watched it in, oh, 30 years. Now that I have been reminded that Kzinti consider women sub-sapient and kill girl babies who show signs of intelligence, I remember. Ugh.
It was built within sight of Fredericksburg by William Fitzhugh, named for William Pitt, the Earl of Chatham...
...and had a dairy, a fish hatchery, a race track for horses, and more than a hundred slaves working on the property.
After a slave revolt, the house was sold.
This tree was standing during the Civil War, when the Union captured the property and used it as a hospital and communications center.
This chair belonged to the Lacy family, which owned the mansion during the Civil War.
Later owners put in extensive English gardens.
Here is Adam sitting on the wall overlooking the river and, across it, the city of Fredericksburg.