And then there's his house. Sigh. See Dad is a hoarder. Not the trash-picking, buy-everything kind you see on TV, just the never, ever throw anything out kind that many of us are related to. It was impossible to do anything about it while he lived there, but we have been making progress since he moved. The office was the worst.
but the whole house was affected. So far we have recycled 31 bins of paper, 28 bins of waste, and broken down dozens of boxes. The house has been elevated from "hoarder" to "pack-rat" status; just don't open any closets and it looks fairly normal.
And then there's the decor... but first, we enjoyed a lovely spring. The azaleas gave us a beautiful show this year, but look through the open door. Yes, that's lime green toille wallpaper over robin's egg blue wainscot. Seriously. It was like a slap in the face as you walked through the door.
It took us two full weekends just to paint the entry, but it was worth it. It's very zen now.
Doesn't it have a cool door? I painted that window, no tape, just slow and steady.
Larry had to repair the water-damaged ceiling in the hallway. He does terrific work! So many doors, and they all used to be bright blue.
We brought the rugs from home. The pictures were hanging all over the house, mementos from their trip to China in the mid-90's.
This fellow guards the door.