What is it about the fall season, I ask, that one must rearrange, move the heaviest, bulkiest pieces of furniture only to find oneself and her furniture in compromising positions???? It must be the NESTING SYNDROME.
While I was away in my other life, I was thinking about what tasks I would accomplish this week in my REAL life. I became very excitied about bringing in more of my furniture from the garage and rearranging everything so the house is comfy-cozy and inviting for the fall and long winter that will be rearing its head in a short time.
Sooooo, I decided that I would move the loveseat to the big room and bring the full-sized goose down sofa into the living room. Afterall, the television and one of the wood stoves is there, and I am bored with laying on the floor watching tv (actually I watch little tv, mostly movies from Netflix),not to mention the fact that it's getting harder to get up off the floor.
Moving the loveseat was a snap. Easily got it through the door between the living room, through the kitchen, down over two stairs, across the floor, then down three steps to the big room, no problem.
Next was to move the big goose down sofa(from this point on to be known as the BGDS) up over three steps, across the floor, up 2 steps, across the kitchen and between two cabinet sections and through the doorway into the living room. No big deal, right? WRONG
First of all this sofa weighs about 10x's the weight of the love seat. It is old and VERY WELL MADE, but managed to get the thing into the kitchen. I then decided it needed to go in at an angle (as all good movers know), so I flipped the sofa onto it's seat edge and began my quest of moving my piece of comfort into the living room. Three hours later I have managed to wedge the thing between the two cabinet sections, and it is so heavy that I am unable to lift it up and over the protruding counter top to move it any further. So, now the BGDS is not only tightly wedged, between the living room and the kitchen, but one of the rounded arms of the BGDS is also tightly pushed up against the drawers of the cabinet, and in one of those drawers lurks my blood pressure medication, that I cannot get to, and I didn't realize that until I was headed off to bed about 6 hours later.
So, when I realized that I wasn't going to be able to do this myself, I called Tony, the magician moving man, and God bless him, he arrived the next morning (Tuesday) to unwedge me,and he and his brother-in-law managed to get it unwedged, moved it through the kitchen and brought it in through the other door, but had to lift it up and over the wood stove. And I quickly took my medications.
Since I had the luxury of two strong bodies, I also had them move the china closet up onto the mezzanine area, so now the buffett, and the china closet are together as they should be. I then spent the rest of the day moving in the oak book case, my handpainted chest (which went upstairs for storing fabric, etc), and I think I brought something else in, but can't think of what is was. Anyway, finally got the place together. All in the name of nesting...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
NESTING
What is it about the fall season, I ask, that one must rearrange, move the heaviest, bulkiest pieces of furniture only to find oneself and her furniture in compromising positions???? It must be the NESTING SYNDROME.
While I was away in my other life, I was thinking about what tasks I would accomplish this week in my REAL life. I became very excitied about bringing in more of my furniture from the garage and rearranging everything so the house is comfy-cozy and inviting for the fall and long winter that will be rearing its head in a short time.
Sooooo, I decided that I would move the loveseat to the big room and bring the full-sized goose down sofa into the living room. Afterall, the television and one of the wood stoves is there, and I am bored with laying on the floor watching tv (actually I watch little tv, mostly movies from Netflix),not to mention the fact that it's getting harder to get up off the floor.
Moving the loveseat was a snap. Easily got it through the door between the living room, through the kitchen, down over two stairs, across the floor, then down three steps to the big room, no problem.
Next was to move the big goose down sofa(from this point on to be known as the BGDS) up over three steps, across the floor, up 2 steps, across the kitchen and between two cabinet sections and through the doorway into the living room. No big deal, right? WRONG
First of all this sofa weighs about 10x's the weight of the love seat. It is old and VERY WELL MADE, but managed to get the thing into the kitchen. I then decided it needed to go in at an angle (as all good movers know), so I flipped the sofa onto it's seat edge and began my quest of moving my piece of comfort into the living room. Three hours later I have managed to wedge the thing between the two cabinet sections, and it is so heavy that I am unable to lift it up and over the protruding counter top to move it any further. So, now the BGDS is not only tightly wedged, between the living room and the kitchen, but one of the rounded arms of the BGDS is also tightly pushed up against the drawers of the cabinet, and in one of those drawers lurks my blood pressure medication, that I cannot get to, and I didn't realize that until I wa
While I was away in my other life, I was thinking about what tasks I would accomplish this week in my REAL life. I became very excitied about bringing in more of my furniture from the garage and rearranging everything so the house is comfy-cozy and inviting for the fall and long winter that will be rearing its head in a short time.
Sooooo, I decided that I would move the loveseat to the big room and bring the full-sized goose down sofa into the living room. Afterall, the television and one of the wood stoves is there, and I am bored with laying on the floor watching tv (actually I watch little tv, mostly movies from Netflix),not to mention the fact that it's getting harder to get up off the floor.
Moving the loveseat was a snap. Easily got it through the door between the living room, through the kitchen, down over two stairs, across the floor, then down three steps to the big room, no problem.
Next was to move the big goose down sofa(from this point on to be known as the BGDS) up over three steps, across the floor, up 2 steps, across the kitchen and between two cabinet sections and through the doorway into the living room. No big deal, right? WRONG
First of all this sofa weighs about 10x's the weight of the love seat. It is old and VERY WELL MADE, but managed to get the thing into the kitchen. I then decided it needed to go in at an angle (as all good movers know), so I flipped the sofa onto it's seat edge and began my quest of moving my piece of comfort into the living room. Three hours later I have managed to wedge the thing between the two cabinet sections, and it is so heavy that I am unable to lift it up and over the protruding counter top to move it any further. So, now the BGDS is not only tightly wedged, between the living room and the kitchen, but one of the rounded arms of the BGDS is also tightly pushed up against the drawers of the cabinet, and in one of those drawers lurks my blood pressure medication, that I cannot get to, and I didn't realize that until I wa
Thursday, October 06, 2005
ART DAY AND GALLERY MEETING
Wednesday was a busy day, and had a difficult time getting started, but once I did it certainly went roaring along. Mowed the lawn,AGAIN, thinking once more this should be the last time. Somehow I doubt that as the weather has been moist and warm. Rain is predicted for the weekend, so I am certain I will once again have a field to mow. God bless horse manure.
Art afternoon was quiet, just David and I for the first hour or so, then Cheri arrived, andI was pleased she was there. Somehow it just isn't the same when she isn't. Must be her artist and guru genes. I worked on the stilllife for the kitchen that I saw in a catalog. I'll be glad when it's done. I love the colors, and shapes, and know it will fit right in with my kitchen, but I know I will feel better about doing my own work. I'm taking my camera everywhere I go now. Need to get ready for this winters work including the theme shows for the gallery as well as exploring and experimenting with my paintings. Sometimes I feel so uptight about trying new directions. Sometimes I really miss Mike and school. It wasn't so hard then.
I thought the gallery meeting went well, and much was accomplished in a short amount of time.
Cheri will be our new Gallery President, and quite frankly I can't imagine anyone else in that position. I know she will do a good job. I put myself on the policy committee along with Patty Music, June, and Cheri. I feel comfortable doing that (after all what is nursing all about?/plus I love the business end of it),and hopefully I will be able to learn more about the workings of the gallery, and most importantly , for me, it makes me feel more a part of the gallery.
After everyone left(I kept looking at the clock) I watched LOST and went to bed to start a new book. I was relieved not to be reading the "KITE RUNNER". My God, what a powerful book. A beautifully written book, brutal and savage, heartbreaking and gut-wrenching, but nevertheless timely and real. It certainly had an effect on me, and a book not soon forgotten.
So, Thursday's chores are done, plants watered and brought in as cold evenings and nights are in the forecast, cat boxes at the ready, backpack and work bag packed, lunches for the next three days ready to go into the cooler. All I need to do is get gas, go to David's, go to the Gallery and th IGA to pick up cat food for the next three days and then I'm off to the "OTHER LIFE".
Art afternoon was quiet, just David and I for the first hour or so, then Cheri arrived, andI was pleased she was there. Somehow it just isn't the same when she isn't. Must be her artist and guru genes. I worked on the stilllife for the kitchen that I saw in a catalog. I'll be glad when it's done. I love the colors, and shapes, and know it will fit right in with my kitchen, but I know I will feel better about doing my own work. I'm taking my camera everywhere I go now. Need to get ready for this winters work including the theme shows for the gallery as well as exploring and experimenting with my paintings. Sometimes I feel so uptight about trying new directions. Sometimes I really miss Mike and school. It wasn't so hard then.
I thought the gallery meeting went well, and much was accomplished in a short amount of time.
Cheri will be our new Gallery President, and quite frankly I can't imagine anyone else in that position. I know she will do a good job. I put myself on the policy committee along with Patty Music, June, and Cheri. I feel comfortable doing that (after all what is nursing all about?/plus I love the business end of it),and hopefully I will be able to learn more about the workings of the gallery, and most importantly , for me, it makes me feel more a part of the gallery.
After everyone left(I kept looking at the clock) I watched LOST and went to bed to start a new book. I was relieved not to be reading the "KITE RUNNER". My God, what a powerful book. A beautifully written book, brutal and savage, heartbreaking and gut-wrenching, but nevertheless timely and real. It certainly had an effect on me, and a book not soon forgotten.
So, Thursday's chores are done, plants watered and brought in as cold evenings and nights are in the forecast, cat boxes at the ready, backpack and work bag packed, lunches for the next three days ready to go into the cooler. All I need to do is get gas, go to David's, go to the Gallery and th IGA to pick up cat food for the next three days and then I'm off to the "OTHER LIFE".
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Books and Dreams
Another chapter in D0wneast Living. Quiet week so far. Getting ready for my wood delivery, all 4 cords of it which will need to be stacked . Cleaned the garage to make room for it all. Took me a couple of days,but finished pushing, lugging, and throwing "stuff" yesterday. and now there is room for the new wood and my Jeep. As a result of my physical work, I collapsed late in the afternoon and slept like an infant. Got up, fixed a wonderful oven roasted mushroom soup, spoke with my daughter, then off to bed at 9.
Finished reading the "KITE RUNNER" prior to going to sleep. I understand now why people wept, and were unable to turn pages to continue on with the book. As for me it conjured up vivid dreams that left me breathless, uneasy, and sad. My grandmother, who passed away nearly 23 years ago was very previlant in the dream, and after all this time I am missing her in a way I don't quite understand. Childbirth, a cousin, massage therapy for the masseuse, and unfamiliar territory that seemed familiar all blended together leaving me distanced from myself as I rose to consciousness.
Thinking that doing my normal morning routine( letting the animals out to relieve themselves, having my morning coffee, and reading the newspaper) would ground me ,only drove me further
into despair,turmoil and rage. Every article my eyes fell upon seemed only to reflect the book I finished last evening. Three young teenagers killing a beloved 15 year old cat belonging to neighbors, multiple articles on sexual abuse by men in their fifties to young teenage girls one of which was under the age of 12 when the abuse occured. Grown men sexually abusing young boys. What in hell is wrong with their psyches. What is wrong with this world.
I don't understand this predatory behavior, and the devestation it causes the young victims,who have to live with this throughout their lives. I imagine their lives are totally altered due to the sick, selfish behavior of one person. Interestingly enough it appears that males are the rule and not the exception, and ,I ask, what should the punishment be?
Preying on innocent young girls or young women, killing or maiming trusting, loving family pets
seems to be happening more and more, leaving me distressed and saddened by the callousness of the human species.
Isabella
Finished reading the "KITE RUNNER" prior to going to sleep. I understand now why people wept, and were unable to turn pages to continue on with the book. As for me it conjured up vivid dreams that left me breathless, uneasy, and sad. My grandmother, who passed away nearly 23 years ago was very previlant in the dream, and after all this time I am missing her in a way I don't quite understand. Childbirth, a cousin, massage therapy for the masseuse, and unfamiliar territory that seemed familiar all blended together leaving me distanced from myself as I rose to consciousness.
Thinking that doing my normal morning routine( letting the animals out to relieve themselves, having my morning coffee, and reading the newspaper) would ground me ,only drove me further
into despair,turmoil and rage. Every article my eyes fell upon seemed only to reflect the book I finished last evening. Three young teenagers killing a beloved 15 year old cat belonging to neighbors, multiple articles on sexual abuse by men in their fifties to young teenage girls one of which was under the age of 12 when the abuse occured. Grown men sexually abusing young boys. What in hell is wrong with their psyches. What is wrong with this world.
I don't understand this predatory behavior, and the devestation it causes the young victims,who have to live with this throughout their lives. I imagine their lives are totally altered due to the sick, selfish behavior of one person. Interestingly enough it appears that males are the rule and not the exception, and ,I ask, what should the punishment be?
Preying on innocent young girls or young women, killing or maiming trusting, loving family pets
seems to be happening more and more, leaving me distressed and saddened by the callousness of the human species.
Isabella
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