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My husband and I bought and sold real estate. It was a wonderful way to loose all our money, which we did. This was a nice house, though, and I got many paintings out of it. I loved the glass front door which made a frame for each plant. The colorful rug provided inspiration for a bright foreground. My husband’s slippers sat by the front door waiting for his return, my grandson’s coat – waited for his return, and I sat with these items painting at last, not waiting for anything. One of the problems with this house was that it had a number ending in 9. I thought that would lead to many endings – which I was tired of, so I changed it. I changed the numbers so that, when added together, they stood for Spiritual Enlightenment. The only effect it had that I could ever point to with certainty, was that the entire time we were there we never got our mail. I mention this as a warning.