the tiles, the window shade... memories come flooding back. So my present garage is full of old paintings that I could not part with; not great works of art, but enriching memories. It was the commute between my second husband’s abodes and my beloved Tomek House that made me realize how much I loved being there: bathing there, sleeping there, walking there, even though not being there full-time increased my burden. I never felt lonely when alone in that big house. Whether with my dear family and friends, or with my beloved, whether dining together in the cozy breakfast alcove, or with many others underneath those lovely laylights, sitting on the front porch or bedroom balcony, being there with someone who could really see in a similar way, was always enchanting. It was a fine recompense for not being able to sell the house when I thought I wanted to, or when it was so hard to find the right long time to find the proper future owner. In my case, because of the delay in selling and not living there full-time, I also had to relinquish the tax deduction on the capital gains. I had placed a preservation easement on the house--a legal agreement to prevent adverse modifications--and this also had a negative impact on the selling price. One should not buy a ADD ART!! Wright houses usually take a
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