Ok, so. About ‘preferring
the after-move’…what was I thinking or imbibing ? Ugh. All our stuff is under
the roof, and quite a lot of theirs has been moved to make way for ours, but
it’s still an ungodly mess. I did, however, got to make some headway on the
living room, where Dearest Son and my desks are. He’s decided to have one desk
in his room, and his computer table in the living room… although we kind of
decided that second part for him.
Since the front window wall
is much too short for even one desk, I shoved the sofa under it – perfect perch
for Ginger ! – and unfolded desks until I had something we could move around
in, but still have space. It’s a mess still, but I feel much better now that I
have most of my Arena back. Most of my sewing and craft stuff is still boxed
up, but finally, joyfully, all my MH classmates
are back out of their slightly over-crammed box and back on their only slightly
snug bleachers, where I can see everybody. That’s gone a long ways to restoring
my content and happy.
Another is that Beloved
Hubby has installed his desks in his study, and he’s so far, so good in there,
although it is also fulla boxes and de-shelved bookcases yearning to be filled.
The only thing I can do for him in exchange for all the work he does for us is
to give him that one room that’s completely and totally his, so that’s what I’m
doing. There’s not gonna be a single doll or so much as a spool of thread in
there. He can close the door and not worry that anyone’s blocked from a using a
printer or anything. Heck, I thinned out my books to where they can all fit on
a half-case (which I already have) in the bedroom, once the closet is cleaned
out and put to use for something besides box hiding.
And he installed that
new-to-us cooktop, which fit perfectly and is amazing, especially compared to
the old one. It still looks so new, and works like a dream. I’ve never had a
five-burner arrangement before, so to me, it looks professional-grade. Still
can’t believe we got it off Craigslist for $150.
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