I don't post much, though I read various boards frequently, including this one. inparadise recently wrote, "Ode to Joint Compound," (http://boards.fool.com/Message.asp?mid=23511343) and it inspired me share this.My DW, 18 weeks pregnant at the time with our first child, died a year ago Tuesday.I had started to fix up the front room for the nursery. The room had a border along the ceiling. When I tried to pull it off more than a year ago, I found another border under that one. The wall paper sat, hanging in spots, for more than a year.My neighbors bought a fountain for me in tribute to my DW. I tapped into an electrical circuit in the front room to power the fountain, cutting drywall and making quite a mess. It sat like a scar for most of the year.As the year passed, I wondered what to do with the room. I decided to make it my workout room. DW would have been pleased. She was concerned that when I moved the equipment into the garage that I wouldn't work out, due to the hot summers and cold winters. I assured her I would. Now that the room was empty, I thought she would be pleased that I moved the equipment back in and I've been using it pretty regularly.But the room languished. As the anniversary approached, a dear friend with an eye for decorating suggested that I fix up the room as a tribute to DW and child. What a wonderful thought. I would NEVER have thought anything like that.Giving her free reign to design what she thought would be cool, I ripped up the carpet (it was 20 years old), fixed the drywall, and took off the rest of the wallpaper border. I painted the trim and baseboards a bright white and the walls a pale gray (seashell), all per her direction. I have fit those rubber mats, the kind that look like puzzle pieces, to the floor. The room is now warm and comfortable, complete and new looking. There's still more to do in terms of coordinating things and installing a ceiling fan, but it's already better.A little paint, joint compound, and elbow grease, along with a gifted and thoughtful friend, has given me a fitting tribute and inspiration for the future.