Janet is a gem of a friend and a genius at color. After trying a sage green first coat yesterday, we both decided nope to that and went with a beautiful blush white. She painted all of yesterday and it looks so fresh and pretty. She's a meticulous painter who doesn't tape and doesn't use a drop cloth. "You've heard of people who fly without a net? I'm a painter who paints without a drop cloth," she says.
We still need a rug, some matching lamps, and a few more things, but it's happening!
Kate has invited us over for dinner--and we're off to Miss Kate's soon.
Then tomorrow--Will's 39th birthday--we're attending the funeral of his firefighter brother. Brad is still in critical condition getting skin grafts--he's one of the two who tried to save Scott.
Every firefighter I've met--and I've met a lot--is kind and funny and strong. Tomorrow hundreds of them will be in attendance at the funeral. They will arrive in a procession of fire trucks starting downtown at 9. Every loss or injury is a reminder of what a dangerous job this is.
At some point, the chief had to stop all present from going in for Scott. If he had not, they would have lost many more.
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