This old mirror is topped with Dad's road sign.
It comforted him, during Alzheimer's, to read his name
and know he was home.
I oiled the wood in the hall. The smell of lemon oil flows through the house and makes it seem fresher and less wintry. Now, if I could just get around to oiling Grandma's organ and the other wooden items, I might be in fair shape. Just a square foot at a time...
I read of many doing winter cleaning and I am embarrassed because I seem to accomplish little while staying busy. Two jobs do that, then throw in just maintaining daily life...not much time left to do the extras.
I did finally finish Hubbs' quilt, a memory quilt made from his embroidered shirts back when he used to have a job. I did catch him snoozing in his recliner with it wrapped around him so maybe he likes it.
I have eight boxes of farm things to move to the shop.
I walk through the house, looking, do I keep this or that? I see all the work that cries out to be done and here I sit on the computer...remembering Granny's words..."Lazy people count their jobs"!