Things looking brighter, folks---at least CLEAN bright. We’ve had haulers and Goodwill trips and a delightful young friend who braved a neglected MESS and hauled away 20---count ‘em---TWENTY banana boxes of unspeakable detritus in one unholy couple of hours, as I loaded and he trudged up the stairs and out with junk and grodue we’ve not seen for fifteen years. We wore gloves and MASKS, folks. God Bless the Young Folks, and when they’re MY age, may there be a THEM to help out.
A new cleaning service came and wrought miracles to the living room and sitting room, as well as this big gathering space down here (didn’t have to touch my lovely pink kitchen---I’m delighted to do THAT). And Caro’s kitchen upstairs is, as my Mammaw used to say: Shinin’ like NEW MONEY. She's so happy with it, for she's still not quite back to her old self and strength.
What a yoke has been lifted, since this time last year, when we embarked on this kitchen renovation and all the attendant chaos (plus some added on and other parts acquired, and I’m beginning to think some of it just looked in on the migration South, liked our style, and stayed like the Man Who Came To Dinner). We're just so grateful to have our girls regaining their health. It’s just lovely out, the house looks and smells lovely, and I’m feeling like Dufresne In The Rain.
I SWANNEE, you've been patient. I love everybody.