Yucky house
I've been working on my second son's bedroom. It's been unused for quite some time, and basically used for storage. I'm trying to sort through all the things in there so that I can eventually fix it up as Jamie's room. It's a disaster. There are several ceiling panels missing from the drop ceiling. I will probably have to replace them all. (but first find the cash to do it with) It's obvious that the roof has been leaking. I think it's at a point where one slant of the roof meets another slant. Still, it should not be leaking at all, it's a fairly new roof. I'll have to get up there when the weather turns nice again and do some patching. There is no carpeting in this room. My last husband, *R* took all of that out, along with a lot of the actual flooring, his attempt to keep me from leaving him during one of his drunken outbursts. (It worked for a time, as I didn't have anywhere to go, since the house I had lived in prior to meeting him had been gutted)
The last couple of days has been filled with sorting through old memories of my sons who occupied this room for so long. Three thick folders filled with baseball cards will be stored away. I found tons of electronic stuff, since the boys were into tearing everything up to see how it was built. A mass of tools that I thought had been lost forever. And one thing that brought back a flood of memories.... one lone shoe. About the size that Jamie wears now, belonging at one time to one of my youngest sons.
Has it been nearing 20 years? It doesn't seem that long. The snoopy smoke detector is still hanging on the wall... The Garfield poster adorns the same spot, overlooking the signs of unused years.. the motion detector is still attached to the light (my second son decided once that this would save him from having to remember to turn off the light), parts of model cars, old shirts ranging from the toddler years to the young adult years...
Lots of memories... Good memories.
Yes... this house is a mess. It badly needs updating. There are ceiling panels missing. Subfloors exposed. Unfinished walls, Loose flooring in the kitchen.
At this stage I wouldn't get near the amount out of it that I owe. But the memories are worth the struggle to keep my head above water... just so I can keep it. It's been the only place I have ever really been able to call *home* The only place the boys have ever been able to really call *home*. And it's Jamie's *home*
Some day it will be fixed up. If I live long enough that is. I doubt that it will ever have all the fancy knick knacks that my fellow coworkers have though. It probably will never have the off whilte carpeting, or the modern furniture, expensive wall paper, fancy lighting, central air, or gas forced heat.... It will probably always have "something" that needs to be redone. Always have window airconditioners, baseboard heaters that work... sometimes ...and during the winter months... plastic will probably be my best friend keeping out the drafts... plastic everywhere! *grin*
It's got my memories.. .and that's enough for now. And even though something may happen that I can not keep this old house... I still have thoses memories stashed away in my mind to keep me going.
Thank you Father for all you have blessed me with.
The last couple of days has been filled with sorting through old memories of my sons who occupied this room for so long. Three thick folders filled with baseball cards will be stored away. I found tons of electronic stuff, since the boys were into tearing everything up to see how it was built. A mass of tools that I thought had been lost forever. And one thing that brought back a flood of memories.... one lone shoe. About the size that Jamie wears now, belonging at one time to one of my youngest sons.
Has it been nearing 20 years? It doesn't seem that long. The snoopy smoke detector is still hanging on the wall... The Garfield poster adorns the same spot, overlooking the signs of unused years.. the motion detector is still attached to the light (my second son decided once that this would save him from having to remember to turn off the light), parts of model cars, old shirts ranging from the toddler years to the young adult years...
Lots of memories... Good memories.
Yes... this house is a mess. It badly needs updating. There are ceiling panels missing. Subfloors exposed. Unfinished walls, Loose flooring in the kitchen.
At this stage I wouldn't get near the amount out of it that I owe. But the memories are worth the struggle to keep my head above water... just so I can keep it. It's been the only place I have ever really been able to call *home* The only place the boys have ever been able to really call *home*. And it's Jamie's *home*
Some day it will be fixed up. If I live long enough that is. I doubt that it will ever have all the fancy knick knacks that my fellow coworkers have though. It probably will never have the off whilte carpeting, or the modern furniture, expensive wall paper, fancy lighting, central air, or gas forced heat.... It will probably always have "something" that needs to be redone. Always have window airconditioners, baseboard heaters that work... sometimes ...and during the winter months... plastic will probably be my best friend keeping out the drafts... plastic everywhere! *grin*
It's got my memories.. .and that's enough for now. And even though something may happen that I can not keep this old house... I still have thoses memories stashed away in my mind to keep me going.
Thank you Father for all you have blessed me with.