Wackyfish

It is nice to have a project to work on.
The current project is my sister’s house.
It also happens to be the house I grew up in so it has a greater sentimental value.
Working on the living room has been like restoring an old car that was once like a member of the family. As we wash the walls with TSP the memories seem to seep out of the walls and delight and haunt us simultaneously. The alcove where all of our sports trophies sat for years. The soot stained outlines on the walls where the progressive family pictures once hung. Each showcased a bad haircut or set of braces we would rather forget. We wash away the cumulated dirt and revive the love and laughter we experienced here.
Deb and I still respond in unison to most questions. We communicate to each other in a series of funny faces and giggles. Our sides hurt from giggling all day long.
James is here as well, and the three of us together are a powerful force of contentment and nostalgia. I’ve come home. Apparently it can still be done.