Visions of us

I've been feeling overwhelmed by the number of half-done projects on my list, so I decided to complete an important one today. Last month, I spent much of our anniversary weekend finding photos of us through the years, printing them, and framing them. Since then, they've been stacked on the dresser, waiting to cover the wall.

Well, the photo makes it clear that some of the frames are
crooked. I'll have to fix that. The blue bottle on the
dresser contains Sandy's ashes. On the left end of the dresser is
my grandmother's high school graduation photo - definitely
a different era from the pictures of Sandy and me!

Today, I got them up. It took about three times as long as I expected, largely because I didn't really have the rights nails and screws, and because some of the frames didn't have hangers. But I got creative and made it all work. I had planned to arrange the pictures on the bed as a staging area first, but feline helpers were a little too involved for that to work. So I winged it. With a little more effort, I could have found a more attractive arrangement, I'm sure. However, I'm the only one who's going to be looking at them, so I need only please myself. And I have a writer's eye for errors, not a designer's, so I'll be seeing the photos rather than their context.

I'm very pleased, and I think Sandy would be, too. She frequently wanted more photos of us. We'd always meant to frame pictures and hang them around the house. And we'd never figured out what to do with the space over the dresser. This seems like an ideal solution.

At a glance, I can remember the breadth of our experiences together. I can see Sandy when I wake in the morning and I'll end the day looking at her, too. When she chooses to visit, I'll get to see her in my sleep as well.