Peace
((((((Hugs to All)))))) ~
funnylegs4 ~
Today, the mass of protesters in Boston was gigantic. All crammed together in a park. A surge in COVID-19 cases seems inevitable. If that is the case, we should hold those officers and the Minneapolis police department responsible for it.
On the positive side of our nation's assorted crises, my heart was lifted by a local news story yesterday. A group of Veterans are putting up tents on sidewalks, where homeless people camp. These are weatherproof tents, with a storage container and a cot and blankets. They have zippers for access/egress and privacy. I just wept as I watched these Vets put up these tents.
Here's an article about it from April, but these vets were raising the tents yesterday morning. I didn't catch the location, except that it is in L.A.
Only registered and activated users can see links., Click Here To Register...
The Vets in the TV news story were in my age group, so they are most probably Vietnam Vets. It just breaks my heart that our veterans, all of them heroes for serving our country, are treated so abominably.
And, now, I'm sitting on my hands.
TODAY'S PROGRESS!
Maggie returned with one crew member.
DOORS
She brought two options for the doors: a conditioner and a clear satin stain. First, she applied the conditioner and asked my opinion. It brought out the grain and color of the wood nicely. Then she applied the stain. Also nice. Then after the conditioner dried, she applied the stain over it. "What do you think?"
"That's it!"
She said, "I agree, Rose, I think this combination will be very nice. And the conditioner will keep the wood healthy through the years, and the stain will help keep out the moisture."
Doors all done, she drilled holes for the door handles, and she replicated exactly the ones downstairs. Awesome!
As they concluded their work, she called down to me, "Rose! Do you want to come up and look at it?"
"Do I ever!" I said as I hobbled to the stairs. (Didn't get my walk this morning. Woke up with intestinal distress.)
Maggie said, "Look at the doors, Rose."
"They are beautiful," I teared up. "Oh, Maggie, thank you!"
She continued to admire the doors as we looked at the rest of the bathroom. "I just love your doors, Rose. Your husband had excellent taste."
At that point, I was going down the stairs, and I said, "Well, of course he had excellent taste! He married me, didn't he?"
She laughed, "Good one, Rose! And, yes!"
FIXTURES:
Brushed nickel and silver. Round drawer knobs. A long towel rail, accessible from the shower, and a round towel holder on the same wall on the sink side. A matching towel bar over the toilet, next to the counter/sink. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
All shiny and new!!!
THE FLOOR
Maggie agreed that the floor looks wonderful in the bathroom. (Of course, she could be appeasing me, but I don't think so. She was proud of her work and loved my choices.)
She said, "First, your eye is drawn to the doors, then, you open the door, and your eyeline is on the tile and the shower, then the rest of the fixtures on the walls, then the floor, and the cabinet."
We also discussed the paint/wall color. I call it putty. She said, she saw that too. Putty has a touch of brown in it, although it appears grey. "Do you think it works in this bathroom, Maggie?"
"Yes. Definitely. It's better than the darker shade you had before. Brings more light to the room."
A woman's touch, and a very intuitive Supervisor, who guided me through these choices. He knew Maggie was the one to send here now.
A PERSONAL CHAT ON THE DRIVEWAY
I told Maggie about Jim driving up to our door, how we became friends and fell in love. I told her how this muscular, fit man, who was a scaffolder, became the Father to two young adult men, my sons. That we were at their side, 24 hours a day, here or in the hospital, and this man, who built much of this home, also suctioned a trache.
She was tearing, but I held my tears in. "What does Jim think about your new bathroom? Do you think he likes it?"
"He loves it! I love it, and anything I love, Jim loves."
"Jim was another angel in your life."
"Yes, my three Angels are together now, smiling upon me and you, and your crew members, and the Supervisor, and everyone, who has been involved from Day One after Jim passed. You have all been so kind and caring, and you have done such wonderful work. Your craftsmanship is impeccable. And you include me, every step of the way, so that I have input on how I want it to be. You have helped me, all of you, more than you will ever know, through the most difficult time in my life. I am so grateful. I would hug you, but ... you know ... I can't."
"Rose, it means so much to us to do this for you. You deserve that beautiful bathroom, and you created it. And, Jim created it, with the doors and the flooring. It's both of you."
"Yes, it is. It absolutely is. Thank you so much."
Maggie and her crew helper, whose name I still don't know, carried the toilet upstairs, and that's when I knew the bathroom was close to being finished.
TOMORROW
The granite countertop and sink will be installed, as well as the faucet and the plumbing hookup. The mirror framed to match the cabinet will be hung.
Maggie will finish the quarter round for the Pergo in the master bedroom, and the trim along the closet doors.
After that, I think we'll be done, but I'm not sure.
Then, there will be the unloading of the Pod. Ugh.
I'll also have to clean and disinfect every inch of this house, and the new bathroom, before I use any of these spaces.
"It ain't over til it's over." ~ Yogi Berra
As I wrote tonight, this song came to mind ~
Only registered and activated users can see links., Click Here To Register...
Jim and I danced to and sang this song together many times.
Our house is a very, very, very fine house ~
Thank you, funnylegs4 for checking in, and know that I am with you and all, who are struggling now.
Thank you all for your love, prayers, continuing support, and please know that I pray for you and all of your loved ones in these turbulent times. Stay safe. Be strong. Send love and light around with world ~
Love & Light,
Rose
*Virtual Hugs Are Germ-Free!
((((((Hugs to All)))))) ~
funnylegs4 ~
Today, the mass of protesters in Boston was gigantic. All crammed together in a park. A surge in COVID-19 cases seems inevitable. If that is the case, we should hold those officers and the Minneapolis police department responsible for it.
On the positive side of our nation's assorted crises, my heart was lifted by a local news story yesterday. A group of Veterans are putting up tents on sidewalks, where homeless people camp. These are weatherproof tents, with a storage container and a cot and blankets. They have zippers for access/egress and privacy. I just wept as I watched these Vets put up these tents.
Here's an article about it from April, but these vets were raising the tents yesterday morning. I didn't catch the location, except that it is in L.A.
Only registered and activated users can see links., Click Here To Register...
The Vets in the TV news story were in my age group, so they are most probably Vietnam Vets. It just breaks my heart that our veterans, all of them heroes for serving our country, are treated so abominably.
And, now, I'm sitting on my hands.
TODAY'S PROGRESS!
Maggie returned with one crew member.
DOORS
She brought two options for the doors: a conditioner and a clear satin stain. First, she applied the conditioner and asked my opinion. It brought out the grain and color of the wood nicely. Then she applied the stain. Also nice. Then after the conditioner dried, she applied the stain over it. "What do you think?"
"That's it!"
She said, "I agree, Rose, I think this combination will be very nice. And the conditioner will keep the wood healthy through the years, and the stain will help keep out the moisture."
Doors all done, she drilled holes for the door handles, and she replicated exactly the ones downstairs. Awesome!
As they concluded their work, she called down to me, "Rose! Do you want to come up and look at it?"
"Do I ever!" I said as I hobbled to the stairs. (Didn't get my walk this morning. Woke up with intestinal distress.)
Maggie said, "Look at the doors, Rose."
"They are beautiful," I teared up. "Oh, Maggie, thank you!"
She continued to admire the doors as we looked at the rest of the bathroom. "I just love your doors, Rose. Your husband had excellent taste."
At that point, I was going down the stairs, and I said, "Well, of course he had excellent taste! He married me, didn't he?"
She laughed, "Good one, Rose! And, yes!"
FIXTURES:
Brushed nickel and silver. Round drawer knobs. A long towel rail, accessible from the shower, and a round towel holder on the same wall on the sink side. A matching towel bar over the toilet, next to the counter/sink. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
All shiny and new!!!
THE FLOOR
Maggie agreed that the floor looks wonderful in the bathroom. (Of course, she could be appeasing me, but I don't think so. She was proud of her work and loved my choices.)
She said, "First, your eye is drawn to the doors, then, you open the door, and your eyeline is on the tile and the shower, then the rest of the fixtures on the walls, then the floor, and the cabinet."
We also discussed the paint/wall color. I call it putty. She said, she saw that too. Putty has a touch of brown in it, although it appears grey. "Do you think it works in this bathroom, Maggie?"
"Yes. Definitely. It's better than the darker shade you had before. Brings more light to the room."
A woman's touch, and a very intuitive Supervisor, who guided me through these choices. He knew Maggie was the one to send here now.
A PERSONAL CHAT ON THE DRIVEWAY
I told Maggie about Jim driving up to our door, how we became friends and fell in love. I told her how this muscular, fit man, who was a scaffolder, became the Father to two young adult men, my sons. That we were at their side, 24 hours a day, here or in the hospital, and this man, who built much of this home, also suctioned a trache.
She was tearing, but I held my tears in. "What does Jim think about your new bathroom? Do you think he likes it?"
"He loves it! I love it, and anything I love, Jim loves."
"Jim was another angel in your life."
"Yes, my three Angels are together now, smiling upon me and you, and your crew members, and the Supervisor, and everyone, who has been involved from Day One after Jim passed. You have all been so kind and caring, and you have done such wonderful work. Your craftsmanship is impeccable. And you include me, every step of the way, so that I have input on how I want it to be. You have helped me, all of you, more than you will ever know, through the most difficult time in my life. I am so grateful. I would hug you, but ... you know ... I can't."
"Rose, it means so much to us to do this for you. You deserve that beautiful bathroom, and you created it. And, Jim created it, with the doors and the flooring. It's both of you."
"Yes, it is. It absolutely is. Thank you so much."
Maggie and her crew helper, whose name I still don't know, carried the toilet upstairs, and that's when I knew the bathroom was close to being finished.
TOMORROW
The granite countertop and sink will be installed, as well as the faucet and the plumbing hookup. The mirror framed to match the cabinet will be hung.
Maggie will finish the quarter round for the Pergo in the master bedroom, and the trim along the closet doors.
After that, I think we'll be done, but I'm not sure.
Then, there will be the unloading of the Pod. Ugh.
I'll also have to clean and disinfect every inch of this house, and the new bathroom, before I use any of these spaces.
"It ain't over til it's over." ~ Yogi Berra
As I wrote tonight, this song came to mind ~
Only registered and activated users can see links., Click Here To Register...
Jim and I danced to and sang this song together many times.
Our house is a very, very, very fine house ~
Thank you, funnylegs4 for checking in, and know that I am with you and all, who are struggling now.
Thank you all for your love, prayers, continuing support, and please know that I pray for you and all of your loved ones in these turbulent times. Stay safe. Be strong. Send love and light around with world ~
Love & Light,
Rose
*Virtual Hugs Are Germ-Free!
Comment