Laura describes her Sunday afternoon:
Me, to the woman standing in my driveway with a camera: Hi can I help you?
Camerawoman: I'm the former owner's daughter [of the house we renovated into the lean-to].
Me: Oh, OK.
CW: It's hard for me to see this. I grew up here.
Me: I understand. My childhood home doesn't exist anymo.....
CW: I told my brother I'd take a picture of the awfulness you've done to our house. One of your neighbors called me in tears. My father is rolling in his grave at what you've done. He died in front of that window. He's visited me several times and no doubt he's going to haunt you.
Me: Oh, OK. Ummm. Thanks for stopping by.
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When Brother sees CW's photo he will soon stop gloating about the curse she placed on Laura, because he'll see that WE'VE PAINTED THE HOUSE WITH GHOST-PROOF PAINT.
The soffits are Mariner, a blue-green, and the west porch and lower deck ceilings are Spa, a lighter tint of the same color: that is, haint blue, purported to ward off spirits, as well as wasps and other insects.
So when Pops comes stealing up to the front door (the nerve!), BOO!
The west entrance: Buh-Bye!
We've even contrived to install spirit-repelling haint blue tile flooring in all the bathrooms, if the Old Man tries to enter through the plumbing (the new plumbing, that is, not the clogged sewer line that served the old part of the house—a defect his now outraged offspring neglected to disclose when they put their ancestral digs up for sale), Nuh-uh!
The bathrooms are a little further along than depicted in this photo. We'll explore them in our next post.
