Patrick's birthday at McMenamin's.

 

The house down the street from us on Everett. It used to be pink. I don't know what's happened. It's so bleak.

Marion Fouse, the harpist, used to live there.

I think it had been her parents. 

I was inside a few times and it was amazing,

like the setting of a Henry James novel.

Really high ceilings.

Beautiful wooden sliding doors.

I think Marion died around 15 years ago

and she was in her 90's.

She was a really nice neighbor.

She played at Cathy and Patrick's wedding.

It's so sad to see the house looking this way.

Lexie helping me organize the morning pills.

 

Pinkie on the computer, 12 years ago.

 

Daffodils.

 

Camellias.

 

Boring doorstops.