Wednesday, October 5, 2011
A Perfect Fall Day
I worked on the blouse until I realized I'd made a mistake, looked outside and saw daylight. Then, it was time to hit the yard, hard. I tore out the flowers from the hard-won front flower bed and added some new top soil. I ripped out the annoying honeysuckle tree that springs up and reaches the roof line before I can see what's happening. I attacked my nemesis, the hedge.
I asked him to get the portrait of a man that's up there, someone we've speculated to be Mr. Nicely, the man who built my house. He lived here from 1922 to 2000, when he died here in the house. Scott from next door bought the house from Mr. Nicely's estate, sold it three months later to David, who sold it to me eight years later. I am only the fourth person to own this house! And Scott doesn't really count, since he never actually lived here.
The portrait has been damaged, especially the backing. Mom studied archive preservation in college and she said it was from the acidic paper used to back the photo. She recommended buying non-acid paper to back the photo, and then re-framing it. I will hang him in the hallway, with the photos of my family.
Mom went to Litton's to pick up lunch, since I couldn't leave the insulators alone with Bella. After all, they'd already called her Cujo! When they left, we went to Home Depot to get keys copied.