Looking the away from the kitchen.
See the water line on the wall?

This is the Kitchen right after the "water incident."

There was 30" of water, about belt deep on the guy on the left. 

It is easy to see the ceiling color. The accent color is over the stove cabinets to the right. The only wall color shown is over the sink, behind the light.
This also shows what the cabinets should look like and how much I have to do yet.
The new tile floor will be much darker than this tile.

painting done

This week I finished painting the great room.

It is a good sized room with a cathedral ceiling. The walls are not big, but I had to put on a texture over the sheetrock and paint them all.

For colors I choose Interface Tan for the ceiling; Sumptuous Peach for three walls and Quiet Corral for the 4th, which is mostly covered by a loft and kitchen cabinets. What is amazing is that I choose all of the colors by myself, without help from my family.

The few who have seen it say it came out good.

I told the guys at the paint store that when this was done I might not see them again. A good paint job lasts close to 20 years, and I am not sure I will!

Painting can be messy, and I am good at that part.

Fortunately all of the floors come out, so I did not have to be too careful.

pollen

I woke up this morning with sniffles and snorts.

Looked at my iPad and discovered that today is a very high pollen day! So I dug through stuff and found pills. Haven’t taken any since last spring, which is good.

Rain, pollen and a skipped happy pill and make it a rather dreary day.

Glad we don’t get a lot of those combination days.

Yesterday I spent some time with a lady friend. We always have a good time together, and this time was no exception. I don’t think I allergic to her! That would not be a good!

Once I had a friend who told me he wanted to own a red car before he died.
But he died and never had his red car.
There is a moral there somewhere!

South Fork

This week I went to visit a friend up on the South Fork of the Payette.

He worked for one of those relief agencies that we occasionally hear about. For years they would send him to every erupting hell hole in the world. He was one of the first on the ground. He was big and strong, a picture of strength.

But that kind of thing takes a silent toll. It destroyed my friend. He is like a soldier who came back from too many horrific battles. He saw too much, he heard too much. It was really tough on his brain.

He is still tall and strong and smiles wonderfully.

Our friendship goes back over 40 years. His wife says I am one of the few he will talk to, so I  was glad to see him again. He introduced me to some of his friends, who are real characters. That was good too. 

We had a good time together, as we always do.

My sweetheart.

Memorial

We had Miriam’s memorial service last weekend.
I began with an introduction. I talked a bit about some of her art work. (The stained glass window at the front of the church was made by Miriam as well as the sign out front).
My best friend sang a couple of favorite hymns.
Granddaughters talked about their memories of Grandma, most of which were after her Alzheimer’s kicked in.
Then daughters told their mother’s life story. All were up front at the same time, each with a live mic. I knew they would add to each others story, so I facilitated it with mics and it went just as I had hoped. Most interesting.
My favorite pastor (not the current one) spoke a wonderful personal homily.
Then we invited friends in the audience to voice their remembrances.
And last my brother sang the closing song with our sister playing the organ.
The whole thing took an hour and a half (I was told). There was a very nice group who came out, 200 to 250 I guessed. The church traditionally furnishes a meal for the family, but we told them we wanted to invite everyone.
We had friends and family from far away and we wanted to spend more time with them. The hall where the meal was to be served seats 75. So we invited 250 and exactly 75 showed up.  It was wonderful.