There are some upsides to this AD thing -- maybe.
For some time I have been planning on changing the door and window trim in our living/dining/kitchen area, and then repainting the walls and ceiling. This fall seems to be the perfect time.
Originally our strange little hobbit house had narrow mahogany trim on the doors and windows that was stained dark -- that was the look of the 70’s. Some time ago I decided that to strengthen the “craftsman” style of the house, I would go to wide painted trim, but keep the hand made dark mahogany doors. Our daughter Linda helped us on the color scheme. I designed and did the mill work in my shop, and all of the house is done except for the great room.
So last night I mentioned that I was going to do some tile repair next week in the kitchen, followed by trim and paint in the weeks to come. The idea of the trim color has a sticking point for some time. Some days she thinks it is a brilliant idea, other times she thinks it is the worst idea ever.
In the rest of the house it is painted “reliable white” and on the days she thinks it is the worst idea ever she is sure it will not go well with our white leather furniture.
It is the swiftness of her changes and the lack of memory of what we decided earlier that makes the whole thing tricky.
I will go ahead with my plans, but have her help pick a color that she can like all the time. I would prefer a consistent color through the house, but it is not worth a fight for sure.
(And wasn’t it our esteemed former vice president and philosopher Spiro Agnew who said that “consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds” -- hmm).
As the disease goes on I am learning how to cope. I think I am getting wiser -- most of the time. This loss of consistency, based on memory of yesterday’s decisions, is a major problem, if there are any proposed changes in the routine of life.
Each day is a new day. What we decided or talked about yesterday is gone and we start over.
And that is the hidden upside to this disease, if there is one. Yesterday she was very angry with me, but with breath taking speed, her mood changes and her viewpoints along with it.
So, I will work on being a bit wiser, or I could just forget the whole project.
Gratitude #83 - Sweet Biddies!
11 years ago
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I think most awful clouds has some kind of silver lining. It may not be one that everyone can understand though. But if each person can find it for themselves then it is good.
For me when I did something Nonna did not like she would threaten to tell my father. Thing is she forgot by the time he got home. I would have told my father myself it it meant that Nonna would have gone back to her old self but I sure did enjoy a few times where I got away with some things around the house.
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