Be careful what you wish for....
I slept badly last night and woke with intestinal distress. Ended up calling in (Boss Lady was not happy.) so I've got one less day to spend with GK.
However, I got two sacks of crap out of the office, *and* that junky grey chair. Once I clear a wider path, I'm going to co-opt one of the orange chairs for in here, because this one is dangerously fubar. In the dining room, I cleared the floor, chairs and table, so that I can actually *sit at the table* for a meal, fancy *that*.... The score is, a half-dozen bags at the curb for tomorrow's trash pick-up, and I can see progress...in sections.
Rome wasn't built in a day, alas, and I know this place is going to take a while, especially single-handed. Next thing I need to get at is the living room proper. God, I'm insured. If you hit the house with lightning, I'd manage. Hopefully in the process of excavation, I'll find some of the items that have disappeared without a trace--assorted movies, that spool of 20-gauge copper wire, my sanity....
I'd like to be able to invite GK for lunch when she gets here, but *not* with current state of things. Plus, once there's enough room, I can use that gift certificate for lovely long a massage...ummm! The masseur needs room to set up the table. Sure, I *could* arrange an alternate location, but I'd rather be at home, so that after his departure*, I can fall into bed and nap in sybaritic luxury. (Note to self, launder bedding beforehand.)
I'm hoping if I'm really diligent and get a few rooms done without help, that I can get Thunderbunny to assist in transitioning the office/library into the middle room and converting this space into storage and/or guest room. This *is* the smallest room in the house; in the rest of the house, I want to devote a less space to STUFF, and rotate what's left, so this is where artifacts will live when they're not on display. I've got some cool shit, but it's so cluttered right now.... A lot of it is going, no question of that, but not *all* of it. If I don't get rid of some of it, I can't get MORE.
A guest room may be wishful thinking; all I want is a twin bed so if something comes up, I can have someone here comfortably. I have no intention of renting out a room--I'm too set in my ways for that, but who knows what might happen during hurricane season? (And besides, she says, I've got that headboard out in the garage--the one with the ship's wheel. A pirate-themed guest room would be too much fun! Because, face it, with all the accoutrements stashed in here, it's gonna look like a magpie's jumble. So give it a "souvenirs of ports-of-call" vibe and maybe it'll work.)
* It's *not* that kind of massage!
However, I got two sacks of crap out of the office, *and* that junky grey chair. Once I clear a wider path, I'm going to co-opt one of the orange chairs for in here, because this one is dangerously fubar. In the dining room, I cleared the floor, chairs and table, so that I can actually *sit at the table* for a meal, fancy *that*.... The score is, a half-dozen bags at the curb for tomorrow's trash pick-up, and I can see progress...in sections.
Rome wasn't built in a day, alas, and I know this place is going to take a while, especially single-handed. Next thing I need to get at is the living room proper. God, I'm insured. If you hit the house with lightning, I'd manage. Hopefully in the process of excavation, I'll find some of the items that have disappeared without a trace--assorted movies, that spool of 20-gauge copper wire, my sanity....
I'd like to be able to invite GK for lunch when she gets here, but *not* with current state of things. Plus, once there's enough room, I can use that gift certificate for lovely long a massage...ummm! The masseur needs room to set up the table. Sure, I *could* arrange an alternate location, but I'd rather be at home, so that after his departure*, I can fall into bed and nap in sybaritic luxury. (Note to self, launder bedding beforehand.)
I'm hoping if I'm really diligent and get a few rooms done without help, that I can get Thunderbunny to assist in transitioning the office/library into the middle room and converting this space into storage and/or guest room. This *is* the smallest room in the house; in the rest of the house, I want to devote a less space to STUFF, and rotate what's left, so this is where artifacts will live when they're not on display. I've got some cool shit, but it's so cluttered right now.... A lot of it is going, no question of that, but not *all* of it. If I don't get rid of some of it, I can't get MORE.
A guest room may be wishful thinking; all I want is a twin bed so if something comes up, I can have someone here comfortably. I have no intention of renting out a room--I'm too set in my ways for that, but who knows what might happen during hurricane season? (And besides, she says, I've got that headboard out in the garage--the one with the ship's wheel. A pirate-themed guest room would be too much fun! Because, face it, with all the accoutrements stashed in here, it's gonna look like a magpie's jumble. So give it a "souvenirs of ports-of-call" vibe and maybe it'll work.)
* It's *not* that kind of massage!