Day 334
Dad working in
the attic and stepping through the ceiling
above Beth’s
canopy bed when we lived on Park Street
Our
first real house was a 1 ½ story place with a basement, a nice back yard and an
8 X 10 white shed on the rear of the property. We “fixed ’er up---real
nice…book shelves and all.
The
upstairs sported two bed rooms; perfect for Mom & Dad and daughter Beth.
The attic lacked sufficient insulation, so on a Saturday I went to the local
lumber yard and purchased adequate batts of fiberglass insulation to make the
attic “cold-proof”. We were going to Nashville, Tennessee later that same day
as Granny had died and we were to attend the funeral.
Having
a penchant to “get things done---now!” I just had to begin the insulating job.
Daughter
Beth had a canopy bed in her room decked out with white linen; Lady Candy did
not want me to begin the job as we had to leave; of course, the old man knew
better!?
Yep!
Stepped off a ceiling rafter onto the plaster ceiling and one leg went right
through collapsing plaster and attic “dirt” onto the canopy cover, the spread
and the entire room. Oops!
Miss
Candy shrugged, did not say an unkind or accusatory word and began cleaning up.
For
some 20 years I bragged on my “perfect”-spouse as being a “saint”; one day the
reality dawned on me and I apologized confessing, “She is not a “saint”, she is an angel!” And---she is!
So?
We managed to insulate the attic; Lady Candice cleaned the “mess”---and…forgave
me!
Sure
enough, Lady Candice loves me. I reckon!---very often…I wonder “Why?”
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