Helen

Call 911. You have an intruder!

White paint

Helen wanted to see the white paint job, so here goes.

White = clean

Over the weekend I painted our living room, kitchen and hallways walls a new clean white. Greg did the same with the ceiling s. I am pleased with results. It looks so much better. The ceiling was especially discolored.

I also moved the secretary back in the living room to house my pretty China.

It is all so much better now.  Hannah days it looks the same because I hung everything back in the same places.

I thought I had taken more pics, but guess not.

October 6

Lean not unto your own misunderstanding...

Wear a mask.

Reading, Undertaker's Daughter by Kate Mayfiled

 This was an interesting book.  Her father was an undertaker in a small town in the south 1950 to about 1970.  The family lived in the second floor of the funeral home.  I learned more than I really ever wanted to know about the workings of taking care of dead bodies, but still it was interesting.

The poem below was in the front of the book.

To Be Sure

I wouldn't want to bring him back

from his permanent interment

even if I could

but I wouldn't mind a visit now and then,

a trip down

to keep each other company.

I could push back the top of the concrete liner,

pull up the half lid of the quite tasteful furniture

that is now his home

and fill him in

on the news of the business and my life

since he's been gone.

He's easier to talk to now

and I miss him

more than I thought I would,

more than I thought I could.

Always expected his going

would set me free

and now I am

surprised really

that his new silence

and contained grace

leave me finally free

to love him and to grieve.

By Larry Sorkin