My beloved, talismanic Milwaukee Brewers batting helmet is hanging in a new home. More accurately, I should say it was hanging, briefly, above the mantel until it toppled off the too-short nail in the wall over the fireplace in our new house.
The living room – like every other room in the house – is too cluttered with boxes and furniture to allow me easily to reaffix the helmet. But the symbolic gesture was done, and we are now safe at home.
The photo of the helmet was run through an Instagr.am filter on my iPhone, and it’s actually a fairly good vision of how the helmet looked on the wall.
I’ve never been a daily blogger, and my posting has been even more sporadic of late because of the chaos wrought by another transcontinental move. As we settle in and unbox our stuff, I’ll get back on beam in posting here and in reading and commenting on the work of my blogging network friends.