President's Message (Arlene Ellis)|
Attention All League Members
Yes, I want to be part of the League!
A resounding "Thank You" to our office painters, furniture movers, cleaners, sorters and junk-dumpers. Marian Wilkins and Nadine Taylor looked like the original bag ladies when they arrived early Tuesday morning with bags of cleaning material and paint supplies and looked, if possible, worse, when they left with bags of wet rags and wet paint supplies to take home and clean up for the second round on Wednesday.
Tuesday morning was bedlam. We could not begin the painting until the carpet installers got to the office and moved the heavy bookcases, file cabinets and desks out of the back room. Then to the carpet installers shock, we rushed in and frantically began painting.
Picture if you can, our little back room. Marion rolling paint on one wall, Nadine rolling paint on another wall and Mary Francis Sutphen wielding a paint brush on the third. All of them painting from bottom up. Two carpet installers are trying to take up the old carpet and your president is following them with a vacuum cleaner, picking up dust, wood chips and tacks. By some miracle we all finished about the same time so that the new carpet got in.
Then, while the men worked on the front office, we got back in and painted further up the wall before the furniture went back in. This had to take more care because our new carpet was already installed, and each lady knew that if one spot of paint got on the new carpet, she would lose an arm or maybe a leg, whichever I thought she would cherish more.
I don't know which the men hated more, moving the heavy furniture out of the room or our rearrangements of the furniture back into the rooms. We all had to admit they were paragons of patience. Other than some prolonged moments of silence, or a small, almost inaudible sigh, or a slow forced exhaling of breath, they were quite amenable to our direction and re-direction. And, they were strong.
For some odd reason, when they were finished, they seemed very anxious to leave. They even refused to share our picnic lunch with us.
Our work began after they left. Marian, Nadine and I finished painting the walls and ceiling. (Nadine also spent hours filling in the holes in the wall that were deep and numerous. ) Mary Francis, Jean Aoki and Dorothy Murdock spent the better part of a week sorting and putting files, papers and books away in their proper niches. Jean came in to help with an injured finger that had been attacked by a block of frozen meat in her freezer and inimitable Dorothy Murdock kept insisting she needed the exercise as she scrubbed and bent and bent and scrubbed.
That kept the lousy part of sorting the usable from the junk that Carol Whitesell and Anne Lee gave up their weekend to accomplish. So much was junked that we had to put out a bit each day, so the janitor would not be scared away. And I must confess that some of us retrieved our favorite piece of junk before it went out. You'll never know where we put them,
The outcome of our frenzied activity is a more attractive office -- clean, orderly and spacious. But Mary Francis was laid up for a couple of weeks and Jean seems to have disappeared.
We're planning to have a pot-luck open-house as soon as our conference' room is furnished so start looking through your recipe files and practice making your favorite thing and in August plan on leaving a Saturday open.
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