My Respite Spa
The road to recovery continues to stretch out in front of me. Ironically, the day after discussing the issue of gastric dumping, I experienced my first episode of this wonderful syndrome (the result of eating a couple of meals without taking my pancreatic enzymes). Not much of an appetite this afternoon, perhaps I’ll try juice later.
Several people had asked about what my Mom’s place looks like, so I thought I would give you a quick pictorial tour. Mom owns 21 acres of rural NJ farmland. She has a mutual agreement with a farmer that works the land. The big draw of the farm are the rows and rows of blueberry bushes. The farmer maintains the blueberry bushes and Mom and her friends can have all the blueberries they want (unfortunately, blueberry season has already ended, so no blueberry picking for me). One of the acres is rated as residential. Here’s the Google Maps satellite view of her residential property:
Me outside the main house (notice Daisy, my Mom’s Irish Wolfhound stretching next to me):
A better picture of Daisy and me:
Me standing in the drive with the gallery and large studio behind me:
The upper sculpture field looking back at the large studio and gallery:
The main house looking from within the lower sculpture field:
Looking at the lower sculpture field from the main house:
Well, there you have it. A brief visual tour of Mama Hamburger’s Hacienda. Thanks for checking in. Hopefully, I’ll be feeling better tomorrow.
Merle