Wednesday, December 29, 2010
As I worked through the house yesterday, I thought of my home as a museum. I found "vintage floors" with "exposed" wood underneath (on account of the torn linoleum). I found cracked door frames. I swept stairs which were in "old" condition. There were cobwebs in out-of-the way areas. I had to sort and archive files and bills and other such family histories.
I became the keeper of the Museum. And I was the mistress and secretary of this estate. It made things so much more fun!
We "take" guests here-and-there and do our best to make sure they are comfortable while they visit. We provide refreshments. We show them around the quaint rooms, with the mismatched furniture.
I spend much of the day taking care of this old place and the lovely people who reside here. I want their remembrances of home to be unique and endearing.
Torn carpets and other such nonsense are part of the charm of my home. Thus, it is when I am cleaning that I am most attached to this old place.
What happens in marriage when the children start leaving the nest - in - Are you Still Tricking your Wife?
The Very Difficult Days - When Mama is an Invalid.
Teaching Children - The Lesson of a Set-Apart Life
Homeschooling - Books - Oxford - Reading Lists - and Swagbucks
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