“The RoseBouquet”

Yes, I’m testing those two principles still. Problem is, I don’t have everything in it’s place yet. Hey, but I’m making progress every day.

Another friend, Archie, had put in the missing window panes for me last Thursday, so Friday I painted the window and door frames and the ceiling, etc.

On Saturday morning Joe came over to lay a thick wooden floor over the squeaky grey boards, and then to carpet it from a roll that Dad had squirreled away. That’s sort of a rusty brown. Joe also had been given by someone else some used reddish brown paneling, which was taking up space in his garage. He cut the pieces and did all the walls over in this paneling. He apologized for a gap in one seam, but I tell you, the porch looks much MUCH better than before, and besides all that, it will now be warmer in the winter. A strong outer door with a lock would turn that into an extra little room, where I’ll keep my plants, and boots, and things like that.

While he was doing all that, I started building another shelf unit for the basement. Then Arnold came along and helped me finish and set it up. The rest of that long hot day, I carried boxes and stuff from the trailer, into the back door, through the kitchen, living room ,and down in the basement. I had the trailer nearly empty too, about 9:30 at night, when it started to rain. I was so tired I needed no further excuse to stop.

I went to Hague on Sunday. On Monday I tackled the last seven boxes in the trailer, and the two sacks of oatmeal - but Elsie’s trunk was too big and heavy. It wouldn’t budge for me. However, I relaxed. At the rate God had been sending help, I was sure that someone - likely Joe - would get that trunk into my living room.

Sure enough, before I finished my supper, Joe and Penny came over. I showed Joe to the trailer. We looked at the trunk. and I showed how it wouldn’t budge for me.

Joe looked up and saw my neighbour on the other side of my house. “What’s his name again?” he asked me.

I said, “Randy, I think.”

“Hey Randy,” Joe called out. “Wanna come give me a hand with this trunk?”

The man vaulted over the fence and away they went with it!

I hurried after them with the creeper (board with four wheels under it) which they put under the trunk in the living room so that whenever I need to move it,I can - just by shoving it.

When we thanked “Randy” he told us that is name is Brad. His daughter’s name is Brandi. Oops. But he was nice about it.

Yesterday the brother of Brad’s wife Michelle, came out and spent most of the day trimming dead branches out of the trees, including some on my side of the property line. I loaned him my ladder, and was grateful for the opportunity to help them.