Things Change

This morning I was up early.  I had a chance to read the newspaper, which is something that doesn't happen very often.  oh.  my.  Goldie passed away.

I met Goldie years ago (early 90's) at the Presbyterian Church.  Later, she joined the quilt guild.  I always enjoyed visiting with her.  I think the paper said she was 93?

We used to have a yearly Silent Auction, in which guild members could sell their art or stash or what-have-you.  Goldie was more than a quilter.  She was an artist.  I was delighted to purchase two of her paintings.  They've hung since the day I bought them.

They aren't really hanging crooked - I want to reach through the screen and straighten them!  I had to wiggle my way through the piano and the buffet that are currently in the middle of the kitchen.  Then I leaned across the piano to snap the pictures.

That's right!  You've guessed it!  At 7am, my living room looked like this:

The carpet-layers have been here since 8am, and wow!  Things are definitely changing!!!