Thursday, March 4, 2004 |
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the sliding puzzle To complete this remodel thing, we have to get the closet finished and slide things around so that the movers can get to the things we need.
The closet guy is supposed to come today and the movers tomorrow. I was thinking of moving all this stuff out of the movers way into the guest room. Then I started thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could actually use the newly fitted closet as a 'space' in this game if the closet guy really installed today. It's like one of those games with some numbered squares that slide around and one space to accommodate movement. So I decide that I will move the things first that I must get out of the way but which will not be in the new closet. Eventually the guest room looks like a storage locker and there is nothing piled on or near the wardrobes and the dresser in the living room...which will move to the new room. (Except that the small wardrobe will actually be in the room at the entrance to the master suite.) The rack of clothes that has sat in storage for three months (with, I'd point out, no one wearing a single thing on the rack) is cleaned off and everything stuff in the closet in the guest room in space cleared by me putting some of my suits in the new closet. Which is finished except the baseboards have to be be caulked and painted. We will move the lower stuff out next week to make that happen. I move the clothes rack to the guest room so FFP can put stuff on it while the wardrobes move. I move luggage and boxes out of the way so that the giant TV can be moved out of storage into the master suite and the antique dresser (that belonged to my great grandfather DeArmond) can be moved to the living room and be decorated with souvenirs and collectibles. It's all very complex and intricate. We have to be ready to use our muscled and equipped (with trolleys and such) movers efficiently. In between dusting and moving, I wash up glasses that were stored on the dining table (that are normally stored in a bar that had to move). They got dusty, imagine that? I will be dusting and scrubbing off things for a while. I also take time out here and there to just sort through my impossible newspaper pile and get rid of Sports sections (without a glance), Business Sections (with just a glance) and a few other sections by reading through them. I will have lots of recycling tomorrow: several sacks of magazines and newspapers and several bundles of cardboard. With a few strategic moves in the morning, I'll be ready for the movers. It's all a game. Now if I can just start playing the 'discard more than you take in' card for a few weeks I may get my sanity back. |
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closet with a token suit of mine...before FFP moved some stuff in
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JUST TYPING It hardly seems
like progress to move things around.
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lunch snacks several slices of provolone
cheese dinner Today I
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I sleep in. Two excuses: it's raining and I'm trying to see if my back and hips feel all right if I do. And also FFP felt one of us should stay here just in case the closet people came early. The verdict is that my back and hips are fine. I slept with my head slightly elevated. One problem is that my bed has too many choices! FFP tends to sleep with his feet slightly elevated, I've noticed. (Actually it's the knees that are elevated.) I get up and have coffee and sit at the computer...checking on deliveries of things I've ordered, looking at maps of France and working on my journal and some France info. Then I start scurrying around moving the puzzle pieces. This lasts until time for prime time TV. FFP goes to a ballet lecture but the closet guy isn't through so I can't go. Just as well. I fall asleep in my chair reading papers. In the wee hours I get into that unfamiliar bed which is gradually becoming familiar and welcoming.
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Newspapers. I found
a story in an old local one about a friend who bit a dog to stop it attacking
his cat. I'm not kidding.New
Yorker. The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler. DVD course on WWII.
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I was on my feet, moving things around the house, dusting, sorting, preparing for the movers tomorrow all day. While I didn't go to the gym and I don't count this as exercise, I didn't get particularly exhausted and, when I was out of shape, I would have.
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It's nice not to have that little back ache. Physically I'm in good shape. But FFP has a scratchy throat and is feeling a little under the weather. Allergies probably. It's hard to feel really good when your SO doesn't. Of course, there is this let down also of getting back into the new room and living with all our choices. |
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