…work.
Work hard.
It’s been a tough week, finding reminders of my Old Man around the house…washing the kitty bed only he used (can’t bear to part with it yet), cleaning off “his” section of my kitchen counter, where he always ate his supper, and folding the soft blue blanket and putting it over the back of the couch like always – but not really “like always” because I know he’ll never get up there again.
So, we worked hard. Got ready for the painters to come, unloaded dressers and bookshelves and vacuumed, and swept.
And dusted. Ugh.
And when we (and the painters) were finished, we had a beautiful, tranquil guest room ready to go.
Not so bad, I guess.
And then we went to a wedding (truly: every bride is beautiful, yes?) and had a great tapas evening … followed by fire, and conversation, and Life with Spectre.
Life goes on. *
* Job 1:21b
May 10th, 2010 at 18:08
The bench looks great back there! And you a stunner! I think we may have purchased the same fire pit only we enclosed ours with the stackable bricks. It’s great huh?!
May 23rd, 2010 at 19:37
I’m sorry I missed this post until now. What a melancholy time. But a beautiful backyard with beautiful owners.