The scuttlebutt today is that Joyce is painting her house. I walked over a moment ago to move some heavy objects from her spare bedroom.
"How do I look?" Joyce said as she just beamed wearing her painting outfit, her cheeks so rosy.
"You look mahhh-velous dahhh-ling!" I replied.
Joyce just giggled like a little school girl, pulling her suspenders high above her.
"Come look this afternoon when we are finished," Joyce said.
Joyce is just so glad to have something positive to do. Joyce's house's deco looks out of the fifties and sixties and she is trying to modernize. I offered to help, but she said she and her friend could handle the spare bedroom. It is good to see my friend smile like she just did as I was leaving.