Since I don’t have a lot of stories to tell, I thought I’d post a phone dump and let my pictures tell the stories. Before I get started, let me explain that some of what I include will be from #oneadaymay, which means I posted one photo each day on Instagram and Facebook the whole month long. (Mauri did it too.) I’ll share some of the captions too.
Day One: paint the entry/hall. He does the broad strokes; I do the cut ins. Teamwork at its best. We had a big project of painting all the rooms in our West Wing in preparation for new flooring.
Fresh paint surrounds family history. I discovered this stained-glass window in the attic of my first in-laws, moved it to Oregon, and we built it into one of our West Wing walls.
More paint around family history. Twenty-two years of service in this location. A Macy family relic since their Haviland, KS, days when Mauri claimed it as payment for helping a friend tear down an outhouse. If only walls could talk….we’d know more of its history.
We don’t usually choose the back seats at church, but this morning it was our only option in this packed building. But it allowed me to stand on my chair to get this picture of our incoming pastor (with his family) being installed by our outgoing pastor, who planted Hillside Fellowship ten years ago. May God bless Zach and Sean and their families as they go and stay to follow God’s calling on their lives.
One more “paint around family history.” Started with a neon sign in my dad’s Wheaton, IL, Front Street real estate office, inherited by me and carried from home to home in my second life, then to my third life here in Oregon. Mauri surprised me by taking it to a neon expert in Portland who remounted it and brought the same colors back to life. Now enjoyed in the loft above our closet.
My friend John Penrose commented on Facebook that he remembers delivering the Wheaton Daily Journal to my dad at his office.
Mission accomplished. (Turns out we still had quite a bit more to paint, which I just finished today.)
Before carpet installation.
After — she found her bed. Two beds, actually.
Thankful again for Macy sons, who have returned to haul our crud in from the garage now that new flooring is installed. We might be the only people you know whose headboard was once their back door and sports a working doorknob.
Three coats of paint on my first mother-in-law’s dresser and shifted it to a different side of the closet. Oh, how I love to reorganize! I’ll think of my mother when I throw change in her paint-by-number bowl and the kindness of Ben’s friend Joe, who brought a brown teddy bear to the hospital to comfort me one dreadful night in October 1993. I also love reminders; can you tell?
Remembering this remarkable night two years ago when nearly all of our large blended family, together in one place (Virginia), watched Taylor marry Beth. We couldn’t love her more.
And then it was time for a party to celebrate Howard and Margi Macy’s 50th wedding anniversary. Margi made this quilt from T-shirts that commemorated some of the events of their life together.
Here’s the happy couple, thinking they’ll go for 25 more years.
The a very welcome guest came for a short stay with us. Cassidy introduced us to mandala. It is supposed to be relaxing. I was pretty relaxed watching her draw this.
She’s pretty patient with my picture taking.
This girl’s a shopper but very careful with her money. Records are making a comeback, did you know?
Cones at Jem 100 were on the list.
Too soon, Dusty came back to claim his girl.
Not even 13 years old, and already as tall as her Gus. My oh my!
Here’s news! Sage graduated from pre-school today.
Friday afternoon and the fresh-picked cherries that no one claimed from the office kitchen got turned into a pie in our kitchen that night. No, we didn’t need a pie, but neither did Mauri complain too much.