In my salmon-colored home, I would welcome my children, their husband and soon to be husband, my little grandson, my brothers and sisters, friends, like Safali and friends from school. Maybe some political figures who we could discuss politics with. Mrs. Levy and Laurie—I just love when they come to visit. I’d love to have my relatives who came before us, just thinking of people who came before us that we love. That’s’ good. I'd welcome them with smells like lilies of the valley and cooking chicken. At first, I was thinking pot roast, but I never eat pot roast! Chicken, mashed potatoes, tomatoes simmering. Maybe some artichokes, too. There would be air spray in the bathroom. Like, coconut air spray. It doesn’t need to be in the bathroom, just in the house. Maybe peppermint. If there were a fire going, we’d smell the smell of a fire—what is it? Embers, smoke? Not smoke…I guess smoke. I would say, "Welcome." Always welcome with hugs and kisses on cheeks. I would offer them coziness, hot tea, and something sweet. At this salmony home, we would paint and read the paper. May as well read the paper! And magazines, like Readers Digest and Smithsonian. Writing…definitely. Either writing a manuscript, or a play, or letters to people, or cards. We’d read some books, clean the house, do some plays and skits, play…what’s the name of that game? Charades! It would depend on the time of the year, too. Soon we’ll be celebrating two birthdays, then Easter, and decorating for those seasons, you know, in the house.