Trouble and Other Public Scribbles

I wonder if whoever wrote this used to hear from their parents, "Here comes Trouble!" And somehow it became their nickname? Or maybe their actual name. Who knows?

In a few more hours I'll be taking off for Florida. I'm trying to wrap up some last minute stuff here at home, packing a few more items, but I'm mostly ready to go. Bailey is squeezed up next to me in bed as I write this. I feel guilty leaving her. She's going to miss having someone here at home all day.

We took a walk yesterday and found the graffiti above, as well as all this:

And then there were a couple of artworks:

Keira, age 6, contributed this fine portrait to the Mill Lane Bridge.

And we found these boards of text propped up outside someone's flat, next to the rubbish. The one at left contains a long quote from a speech by Teddy Roosevelt, urging us all to be people of action.

The one at the right is in Greek and, according to the ever-reliable Google AI function, is a poem titled "As Long As You Can" by Constantine Cavafy, from 1913. "The poem reflects on preserving one's life from the trivializing weight of excessive social interaction and mundane routines," it says. Like going through airport security, I'm thinking.

Finally, here's Bailey Girl, posing next to some very productive yellow clematis -- not a color you see every day.

Next stop, the Sunshine State!