My wife was gone for a week’s long visit to her sister’s home in Ramona. Her’s were not the only plans made for the week.
Kay and I decided to paint one of the front room walls the same color we had painted the hallway earlier in the year. It took us a total of two days to finish the work.
Mary came home but didn’t notice the newly painted wall. Instead she headed directly for bed without looking around the house.
Come the next day, she was up early, but still she had not noticed. It was nearly two in the afternoon when I decided to try to get her to “see the wall.”
First I had her go inspect the coat-rack by the front door. She looked it over and said the way I had it rearranged looked great.
With that epic failure, I directed her to the hallway entrance that leads to the back of the house. It’s there that we have her mother’s folded flag in a wooden case as she was as she was an Army nurse in World War II as well as Dad’s.
It had become dusty on the inside as the case had popped open. I used the time to clean the flag off and properly seal the case so it will not get dirty inside again.
She looked at the case and said it looked great. Once more she failed to see the freshly painted wall.
It was more than I could stand and I blurted out, “What do you think of the wall?”
She responded, “Oh, my! It looks great!”
I’m thinking – maybe I should have used a barn-red paint instead of the “mushroom bisque,” we agreed on.