Painting mom’s home in TRV and thinking while painting…

Ten years ago I painted mom’s home. It was not the best job, for at the time I was very sick and in bad shape. But this time? I am still hurting from life, yet able to pace myself and get things done much better. 50 kilos of weight loss help with that issue…

For you British that is almost 8 stone lost and you Americans that is around 110 pounds. I have lost over one of those standard bags of concrete that I use to buy in America. Grab a bag of 94 pound concrete and walk around all day? Not fun…

I have been confused and interested at the same time with all the stories floating around about the fire in TRV:

But ignoring all the heroes and the villains, 99% lies anyway, I have silently listened and looked…

I have figured it 99% out. I have pinpointed how it started, why it started and we will not talk about how started it. Nor about anything more to do with it. No one died, only two homes that were empty and falling down burned and the fire people kept the woods from burning down. That could have been a very bad thing. For the path it was taking would have hit several small villages…

Games people play…

Therefore, it will be a bright bright sunshiny day today and I will paint some more…

WtR