Just a Quick Note Typed With My Left Hand

Yesterday my right arm, shoulder mostly, felt four times the size of my right.  Now, it is just plain dead, painful achy and dead.

On Memorial Day we went into the Bowerman Ranch for brunch and to hand off Anna to our northernmost framily  for a visit for the week.

Part of the excuse was so that Watson could get to know his new family and the family cat.

The other reason was to make Anna happy, and a few others.  I think that may have worked.

While Anna was gone we, Danielle, Bet and I,  gutted the upstairs, a sewing room and a little girls’ room. 

Its time for a change.  One daughter is now my business partner and the other daughter is soon to be someone else’s girl.  So it is time for a change.

No more bunk beds and dollies, no more study desks with lady bug pins above it.

No more ribbons – oh wait there might still be those in our future with the poultry manager.

No more fairies all over the place.

I’ve painted over the clouds. 

The room is large and the grooves are deep.   As are most of the places in our hearts eh, Dear Reader?   In reality the sewing room alone took five gallons of free paint.

I do so enjoy free paint, even when it is nearly white.  The flash makes it look more white than it really is.  Listen to me, trying to say off white isn’t white.

I have plenty of colors (free paint), I could have added something to this and made it more me.  But the sewing room is becoming the office and I promised Dirt it was a room mostly for him.  He thinks automobiles should be black and houses white.  He probably should have run for president then eh Dear Reader?

We’ll get a bit more done today but by noon Anna will be back and we will all be going to the Roy Rodeo, per Elisabet’s request.  And we will try not to feel guilty that the only solidly sunny day in weeks will be spent goofin’ off.  Okay, I’m the only one who will feel any guilt what-so-ever.  Hey, I can’t help it!   I was raised by a Catholic mom and my dad converted to it via a hard Protestant work ethic, talk about guilt for not working!

All that silly gutting, painting, working talk to say,  I wished I could have done more writing and visiting this week.  And I wished I could have baked some cookies and gone to do some errands, like the post office, but I guess it will all keep until we are done and the next phase in our lives has a proper home upstairs.  That should be about Tuesday, oh wait I’m behind in the garden…  oh well my arms should fall off soon, then I can just sit around and visit more!