On Saturday, I stripped the dining room table. It is a solid walnut, and the natural color is so beautiful, I'm only going to seal it rather than stain it. I wouldn't have done it if Dede hadn't told me about the "orange" stripper, which doesn't strip your lungs at the same time.
The legs are curved and I'm having them dunked in solution rather than stripping them myself. Or rather Tom will do this while I am in NYC next week.
Yes, I'm going to NY next week. A friend offered me her apartment while she is in Europe and I found a reasonable plane fare.
I may be going to say good-bye. I always assume that I will visit my favorite places again, but I can see that that may be fantasy. I thought I would go back to the Maritimes and I don't think now that I ever will, and I didn't say good-bye properly.
Saying good-bye means seeing everything in an enhanced way and realizing that the eight summers you got to spend there were magical. And gone.
Saying good-bye usually means weeping your way through personally important locations. It involves public sniveling and a runny nose.
I will also look at real estate that I've found online, because that is what I like to do.
It will all be good.