A Blue Living Room in Postcards 4

*Blue living room. *

Breathing better at last. Still coughing tho. Back in the pool; gently. Back at work shuffling books yesterday. Gently. I worked steadily but not hard pricing and boxing cookbooks for the big kitchen sale. Six boxes so far. You know me…I love cookbooks.

Ever since I started feeling as if a million pounds were sitting on my chest, George started mentioning changing the living room from blue accessories to red ones. Then he came down with it. As I got better and had more energy, I got inspired to find the blue pillow covers. A couple of days ago I pulled some of the blue stuff out. Not the pillow covers tho. I couldn’t find them.

G had no energy either, and I couldn’t pull the big ladder up the stairs by myself. Day before yesterday, he could. He announced they weren’t hidden in our attic. Yesterday he was willing to look again, and sure enough they were there. Hidden. Among the décor for Christmas not spring. By afternoon, I had all but the art changed around.

It looks as if I am going to have to pull the car and truck out to find art in the racks. Blue art. Something different in the way of blue art too. You may laugh, but it does no good to own hundreds of pieces of art and not be able to hang and enjoy them.

Maybe I will wait till G can help. Cough….cough.

• Himself: Errors earlier in the week. Doing better now.
• Herself: Still reading Hillermans. Lent “Delicious” to some of the pool ladies. They are loving it. It’s a delightful, light balance to “Five days at Memorial” which I lent to a nurse at work. I continue having great difficulties getting into the Ex-pat volume.
• Balance: …would be not coughing.