Dept. of Renewals
NEW PAINT, SHELVING, A COLOSSAL CANOPY and other environmental upgrades are remaking my world (not a monumental task, small as it is). After a decade in this house, its ubiquitous flaws—gerry-rigged fixes, unresolved projects, heinous finishes—have become almost invisible; I only realize how bad it was now that it’s better. I squeegeed the windows for the first time in years; so beautiful I’m ashamed for waiting. Not quite the Agenda-Free Summer we dreamed of after the wall-to-wall weariness of 2010, but there’s more (freshly painted) room to space out and goof off, my perennial wont.

A little brown haven under the sick pines at Afton State Park (recently ransacked during our government shut down)
In this bath photo she looks like an angel being born – didn’t that already happen?
I love bath pics, I think because they eliminate all the clutter; all you see is ceramic and flesh (and no hair in the face, either).