March 1st, 2016

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Kitchen progress...

Although they didn't get started till after 10 the crew made a vast amount of progress yesterday. All old cabinets ripped out and gone. Countertops off and delivered to Jerome who wanted them for one of his projects. Sub floor under sink repaired. And walls almost painted with first coat. A bonus in that area was they painted the dining area too, a pleasant surprise.

Surprisingly the area behind and under the 50 yr old handmade cabinets contained no skeletons, old coins or even dead mice. I did enjoy seeing the original linoleum which was pink and blue with silver sparkles.

Today's schedule is more painting. Excited to see how the deep blue looks on the cabinets under the bar. And just maybe they will begin on the floor which is cork. I like the way it looks in the package, hope I maintain that attitude once it's down.

I spent part of the day yesterday in the back bedroom with the dog and cats as the demolition was quite noisy. I've been rather anxious about this whole thing for a number of reasons, but am finding it to be less stressful now that it's begun. Never in a million years did I dream we would actually fix up the kitchen as my husband has been opposed to putting anymore money into this old house, but it's real, it's happening. Until yesterday it was still a dream.

Many thanks to the Universe for this gift. Heck I might even like cooking again.

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Candle...

There was a candle near the window in the upstairs bedroom, a slight breeze pushed the curtain too close to the flame and  suddenly the room was full of fire. Sweet Sarah lay sleeping in a nearby bedroom blissfully unaware of the fierce heat that sucked the life from her tiny body.  Her frantic mother clawed her way up the stairs but was pushed back by the smoke, her hands and face burned. Soon, yet not soon enough, the firemen came but Sarah was gone, an angel complete. Wings unfurled she flew away from us that night.

I like to think her death perhaps saved other babes. The town passed a law making smoke detectors mandatory in all rental property in the town. I like to think there was a reason for her loss, but it's still hard to imagine the why.

Sarah would have celebrated her 26th birthday this year. Sarah is my granddaughter.

I tried not to write this. I mean, really, who wants to relive such a tragedy. But the words came out of me and the harder I tried not to write them down, the stronger they screamed, and so I gave up and decided there might be some therapeutic value in telling the story. And now I'm done.