Tearing down the Walls

My biological father's third wife Liz was gung ho about redecorating her condo in Yonkers, even when it meant removing multiple walls, kitchen cupboards, her oven, and even support beams.

Luckily she's on the top floor. She is 98. Someday it will be discovered. She turned the 4 room apartment into one open room, walls covered with mirrors. Even the bathroom has mirrored walls. It's beautiful to be able to see the Hudson River and the Palisades. Her bed is in the wall and unfolds like Dracula at the morgue. 

I knew two artists who did the same thing. No bed and no oven, deliberately getting rid of them and hiding the mattress. As if they wanted to prove that they didn't need to eat or sleep. Who are you trying to impress? Art News magazine? 

I much prefer to know that the local priest loves to watch wrestling and the police detective plays online solitaire and the Fire Chief is an opera fan who is a master at making almond biscotti.

Life is not about shaving off our branches but encouraging them to grow.