“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. abi and I are imprisoned inthe master suite while my husband paints the book cases for the "library" a room which was the original dining room of the 1929 house long before it was redone twice. the wiindow is open so I dont sneeze too much and because she loves to sit on the sill and smell the outer world.

 

the last few days have been ideal. leisurely meals with jim, naps, reading another burroughs book, and chomping chocolate covered raisens from trader joe's. tonight we will watch another prime suspect with a raging fire as we settle into a delightful routine.

 

Thinking about President Ford reminds me what a decent and sensible man he was and how much kinder history will be to him than the every day press were. And as much as I would have loved to see Nixon go to jail as he needed to do...the pardon was the sensible rational thing to do. I thought that maybe the presidency was recovering and now i look at the damage Dubya has done. A president who has consistently compromised the constitution hangs in there and one of the  best presidents of the 20th century ( bill clinton)  gets revoled due to a petty sex problem. oh enough.

 

we interviewed another carpenter today, a terrific and gentle man named Tom who will get  some more small cabinetry work done so we can finally install my second oven. slowly this is all falling together. I think by New Year's the kitchen might actually be done. wow.