An Unexpected Headstand

I stayed in reading till the afternoon and then worked on my tin ceiling again. The book Dark Tide: The Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919 by Stephen Puleo is downright amazing and touches my interests very closely. It was a horrible and gooey disaster and the fault of the company that owned the 2.3 million-gallon tank, but the company tried to lay the blame on Italian anarchists. Great reading! The truth is that if those particular anarchists could have managed to blow up the tank, they probably would have done it --but they did not. I have ancestry in Boston and have been hearing mentions of that sticky, deadly mess all through the years.

As I was cleaning up I was telling L. about blipfoto, and that I wanted to look for a blip before nightfall. To my surprise she said, "You could take one of me standing on my head, as long as you don't tell anyone who I am!" I've been acquainted with her for a long time but never heard her say anything so funny.

Wile working I put some anarchist books into the ceiling, perhaps for a future generation of calloused hands to find and read.

Well then, here she is standing on her head. The only other picture I took today was of a carefully presented (by me) and tasty Caprese salad, which brought my thoughts back to student days in Rome. I hope I've made the right choice for today's blip!