An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
The neighbors are fortunate, Mr. Davis seems like he has a pretty good attitude, and wants to get along. And it sounds like it all got worked out okay.
On a similar, yet different, note. In reading about the neighbors who like the view, but not so much the 'things' that come with the view... It made me wonder about those nice quaint paintings of barns and farmland that some people buy and hang in their homes... --What if those paintings came with a scratch and sniff feature.
I can see the advertising for these paintings: "Look at the barn, look at the farm... Smell the barn, smell the farm."
These scratch and sniff farm paintings would probably be more popular with the men.
Funny...my wife can smell a dairy farm miles away and she will tell you she loves the smell. For her it brings back a flood of wonderful childhood memories.
Me? Well...I don't share that so much, but appreciate that farms may have an idyllic appearance that appeals to rich folk wanting to get out to the country...but as I'm coming to learn there is blood, sweat, and tears therein. And bad smells too.
So when I see those paintings I see something a little different...but no less beautiful.
This reminds me of a guy in Scottsdale who was ordered to remove his Corvette from his driveway because he was restoring it and the neighbors complained of the "eyesore". He erected a 20 foot steel pole and had it welded on the top of it in his front yard and called it "a sculpture"... Scottsdale being "artsy fartsy" had no regulations against art in yards. He made his point and later took it down. I love those guys.