On whiteness, we draw a line.

The kitchen cupboards are chocolate brown. Been that way forever. No, maybe 30 years. But they will soon take on new life. And become white as driven snow. My Italian true love is encouraging me to lighten up. The kitchen. The whole house, in fact.  She’s discovered chalk paint. Good for covering furniture. Kitchen cupboards, too. She’s got so very many good ideas. About the house. She'd make a superb interior decorator. Just one of her many talents. Anyway, I’m vowing to get the painting job done.  Before the end of October. So many things to do. I’ve painted the garage interior. White. The adjoining storage room, too. White.  And all my books and CDs. They’ve been dusted. Individually. And the living room has a fresh coat of paint. White. White. White. And being in Minnesota, it’s only a matter of time. Before the landscape turns white. Snow. Snow. And more snow. But we draw a line. Our Christmas won’t be white. We’ll celebrate. Together. In sunny Arizona. –Jim Broede