CONSTRCTN Vol. XVI, #4 Limited, but Heartening

Memories, like birds, fleeting.  One must grasp and hold in heart's hands.

Slim week in terms of photos, but here's a look at what's been happening in chapel.  The support for the background in the sanctuary (looks like a series of pipes (?)) on which the large forked crucifix will hang.  Looking at the front of the chapel building facing the succor field, you will see the silhouette of that cross.  More about that later.  The other photo gives you an hint of what the west wall of the chapel will look like, i.e. windows, so what what the second photo gives you is a tantalizing look at the frames.  One's imagination could go wild with this (but exercise due control, please).  By the way, the closing of that open area onto the chapel floor makes it impossible to move large vehicular pieces of equipment back onto the floor of the chapel.  Progress!  You can see in both photos that the walls are painted already.  Things seem to be accomplished in strange order, night war (German)?

    

The top row of the window frames, blogger noticed this morning, has been filled with what looks like a sort of smokey glass--that was from a distance, however.

Blogger regrets not being able to show you more, but the week has been hectic.  The other area of interest has that has also enjoyed some progress, blogger did not have time to investigate and report to you.  It happens.

Next week, vacation, really.  The first in three years for a few of us, so we are excited.  Blogger will include a short report on her return.  Needless to say, there will be no posting next week.  Dry your eyes, be good, and pray for us as we do for you.  Bon voyage to us!

CNSTRCTN Vol. XVI, # 3 Some New Views

Memories, like birds, fleeting.  One must grasp and hold in heart's hands.

Let's start in the CLC.  One photo shows the outside door, obviously not to be used yet, and the other photo shows girls working at two of the work stations.  One student one seems to be saying, "We are working.
 
Looking again at the not-to-be-used-yet door, you can see beyond it a small plaza.  What will appear out there, since it is accessible from the road, remains something all of us can eagerly anticipate.  Stay tuned.

Before leaving the first floor, we'll look out a higher window to see a kitchen vent coming in.  Blogger has watched many such little dramas, and is impressed at how careful the placement must be and how the workmen work at getting the object secured.  She has seen this so often in the many sites of the renovation/construction process.                                                                                  
                                         
Let's go up for the two final shots of this issue of CONSTRUCTION.  We are inside looking out of the two fellows on the basket lift (hope that a close if not correct designation) to where the tower is finally getting a finished look.
 

In the first taken through a screen (no, it's not your eyes, nor is it the iPad).  The men have finished applying one side of the upper section while they are getting a measurement or something from around the corner.  In the second shot, the man on the right is up on a rung of the basket, while the other waits for him to finish securing the last panel before giving him the next.  You'll notice that both men are wearing tethering harnesses.  One can see, blogger thinks, why such precautions are needed. As she was watching, she could imagine how easy it would be to test the system here, and hopes the men will never really need it.  It's an OSHA thing, and smart.  The panels, by the way, are a fresh version of the color of the outside of the 4th. floor siding.  That is probably faded in 68 years of sun and weather exposure.  Each panel here looks to be about 15-18" wide and links into the last panel.

Blogger will have more at the end of the week, and will post nothing in the first week of October (vacation with a few of her confreres).  Until we meet again in this spot, blogger wishes you
au revoir, and besides that, God's blessings.

CNSTRCTN Vol. XVI, # 1 Let's Ride

Memories, like birds, fleeting.  One must grasp and hold in heart's hands.

First, one last look at some aspects of the building of the Spanish steps--after all, it isn't often that one can see such an architectural, to say nothing of engineering, structure in process of coming to completion.  So here are two early and one at the finish.

    

                                         

Going up to 2 1/2 level and looking in on three religion teachers, two teaching (we're looking through windows with these first two, and one waiting for her class to arrive):


Looking closely at the first photo reveals a door near        
the reflection of the outside window on the left wall. This door at the end of the folding doors, leads into the next room.   Looking through the door window of the next room, you can see above the teacher the projector on the wall. Little touches of home are comfortable in the blue walled room.
                                                                 

    

Moving back down to the first floor and the one of the cafeteria's new features--the charging station with two printers:
                                                       
So back in the saddle again, back where friends are friends (older readers and not so old may recognize the sentiment in the old Gene Autry song).  The school day hums along while all of us  accustom ourselves to the sound of the new beginning/end of classes signals.  Quite mod, of course.
Next time: more looks around the school and maybe some reactions to the new.  Until then with all in God's loving care.
Blogger

CNSTRCTN Vol. XIV, #4, Oh, the Pain of It!

Memories, like birds, fleeting.  They must be grasped and held in heart's hands.

                                         An Ode to the Fall of Summer

Oh, the bitter fall of summer,It comes, alas, too soon.

                             

                                                                                                           

The students come so slowly,
       And moan to friends so missed;
              their gait, now slowed and stumbling
                      A longer summer kissed...
                                                                 goodbye.

And so goodbye to summer
         In the waning of the moon.
            .             
                                             
                    They think not much of studies,
                            Consider not the boon.

                                          

Ah, youth so soon, so fleeting,
        So, oh what can we say?
                They'll labor on for months now
                        And think that that's the pay.
                                                                   
                        

                            But youth knows not the benefits
                                    Of learned labor's boon.
                                             The teachers know that in the end,
                                                      The students sing a happier tune!!!!!!!

And so they do, and often in between.  The beginning of the day was just as you saw it above, and the adults agreed!
Next week will bring the places and things the girls saw on their first day.  Stay tuned!