The title is a little misleading. I have a newly remodeled
office in the same place it has been for the last year and a half, and sixty-four
isn’t old these days. I’m also using the word “saint” in its secular meaning
rather than its Christian one (although Roland meets that one, too, in the
sense that all Christians are saints).
I’ve been wanting wood floors in my office ever since we
moved into this condo and I ended up in a carpeted room, but we didn’t have the
time or the money then. I also got stuck with the wrong bookcases, which looked
the worse for wear after surviving the flood of 2008. (My April 30, 2012 post explains how I ended up with them.)
So I’m excited that I finally got to redo my office. You can
see the new cherry floors in the picture at the top of this post and two of my
four new bookcases in the one below. I also got new window coverings, and we
painted the walls a mint green.
Roland
painted the walls, that is. He also assembled the bookcases and helped me move
the heavier furniture out of and back into the office. Then there is the fact
that my meticulous husband was willing to spend half a week in cramped rooms
filled with extra furniture and piles of books.
I
knew on my wedding day that I was marrying a keeper. I still know it over
thirty-four years later.
The
office needed a makeover, but I’ll take the saint just as he is.
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