Well, I consider it a success. Here’s the results:
It could still use a few things, maybe some sort of window treatment. Thanks to Amy, Amanda, Aunt Joanne and Uncle Craig for the donation and delivery of the beds and linens. We won’t mention that now all the clutter that was in this room is now in the living room. I’m going to try to take care of that this week.
By the way, I have a Filthy Update. The smell and the horse flies are gone! I think that it is finally over. I had a friend over last night, and she confirmed that there was no odor. Perhaps the creature’s ghost finally made its peace and crossed over, never to haunt me again. If I believed in reincarnation, I would hope that this soul would return to play the part it was always meant to play as a Shakespearean actor and deliver these words:
“I am thy father’s spirit;
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.–List, list, O, list!–
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,–
. . .Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.”
– Ghost of Hamlet’s Father, Hamlet, Act I, scene v.
