A Blurry Window (redux)

It could be the weather (clear and dry) or maybe it was just speaking out loud too soon - but our foggy window is back. So tomorrow we'll try the next suggestion - applying a layer of vaseline around the inside of the window frame. We were told by the inspector that this will seal the window and prevent moisture from getting between the panes. Why am I skeptical? At least nobody has mentioned tossing a couple silicon packets inside. I'd post a picture but it doesn't look much different from what you've seen below.

At my tech workshop today one of the participants told the story of how an electronic game once owned and cherished by her deceased mother every once in a while will play its jingly music - without being turned on and without batteries of course. I don't think our blurry window and her ghostly music are related. But maybe they are?

A Blurry Window (resolution?)

We had our scheduled visit from the window company. Didn't take him long to recognize and correct the problem. There are these little yellow tabs inside the window frame that have the word "DISCARD" stamped on them. The original installer should have removed these tabs and actually discarded them. And then the frame would properly seal when it shuts. And moisture wouldn't get between the window panes. I would have noticed the labels when I painted the window if the word hadn't been stamped INSIDE the tab where you couldn't see it. We're hoping this was the problem. There has been a little slight streaking of moisture since the inspection but we think that is related to the particular cleaning solution we've used since the installation. The window has been much clearer.

Two Children

Soon after Kendal was started, residents were encouraged to contribute a personal square to a quilt. Ursula created the figures sharing an umbrella. Now every time we visit for supper and pass the quilt on our way as we wheel Ursula to the cafeteria, we stop to visit with "her children".

Ursula Celebrates Her 95th Birthday

There was a "quiet" celebration at Kendal for Ursula's 95th birthday. We had a normal supper in the cafeteria with her that evening. Hans and Norma joined us. Afterward we wheeled her to the lounge area where she discovered a string quartet with piano (quintet I suppose) led by Father Brian who was playing Ursula's violin. And we had a cake and refreshments set up and Kendal had servers to help. There had been some advertisments posted where Ursula wouldn't notice so a healthy-sized crowd collected. The music and treats were enjoyed by all. But we may have happily tired her out.