The so-called dining area (not that anyone ever ate there) is my "office"
(and if you've ever had to settle an estate,
you know how much paperwork there is).

BEFORE . . .

. . . AFTER . . .

. . . just moving the [vinegar-washed] piano to the wall
and taking down the [c*t-sprayed] curtains
opened up this area to let in more light.
And the bookcase is easier to look at.

Of course, I couldn't resist going back to Bealls Outlet
(I had to take a break SOMEtime, right??),
and found a few more tropical accessories to brighten up the place
(if my dad had been buried, he'd have been twirling in his grave by now) . . .

(We who work in Dog Rescue know the symbolism of the Starfish)

. . . and the house looks (and smells) better every day.

Let's not forget this intrepid traveler . . .

. . . who sent me these flowers to brighten my days . . .

Every time I come in the door, I see this . . .

. . . a reminder to myself that these times & tasks, too, shall pass.