Keeping busy

After last night's bedroom bottle roundup, today I headed into the oft-interrupted dining room (as in, I keep starting on it, getting distracted, working on something else, coming back to it, etc. I ought to decorate it in a homing pigeon theme.). Anyway, I removed the breakables from the white bookcase, slid it across the room while pivoting it 180+ and tucked it against the west wall. The frees up the east wall for that cabinet.

There was still a furring strip on the east wall from the days of wall-to-wall carpet; I took a hammer and chisel to it, revealing a stripe of immaculate terrazo beneath it and nastiness on either side. That inspired me to scrub that patch, despite the fact that it'll be covered when the cabinet is in place.

The color that seems to be dominating in there so far is orange---I don't mind---I happen to like orange, which is how I've managed to acquire an old enameled coffee pot, an orange plaid ice bucket, and quite a few candles. I also have a length of fabric with orange, brown and red stripes that looks to become a tablecloth.

Now I'm confronting The Drawer. It's the top drawer of a bureau that got trashed at least a year ago...the only reason it wasn't included was because my brain short-circuited when faced with a plethora of keepsakes. Things like the bell-shaped green candy dish I made in kindergarten, jewelry, mementos, tchotchkes, etc. I took it out and set it on a chair when I dragged the rest of the piece down to the curb and never did get around to going through it.

I got as far as sliding the chair around so I could sweep that side of the sliding glass doors and took a break to look at my email...that really side-tracked me, since there was an email from GK, saying Kat's going into the hospital. She was really quiet when I was with her on Saturday, and apparently she was in pain yesterday and had a couple of falls. They're going to give her the industrial-strength painkillers and hopefully this time they'll be able to drain the fluid in her abdomen. Or...GK says she's contacted Dr Bizarre to come if he can, since there's also a chance that This Is It. As much as I'm dreading my world without her in it, she really isn't herself anymore. Is it selfish of me to want her to be at peace?
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Keeping busy

After last night's bedroom bottle roundup, today I headed into the oft-interrupted dining room (as in, I keep starting on it, getting distracted, working on something else, coming back to it, etc. I ought to decorate it in a homing pigeon theme.). Anyway, I removed the breakables from the white bookcase, slid it across the room while pivoting it 180+ and tucked it against the west wall. The frees up the east wall for that cabinet.

There was still a furring strip on the east wall from the days of wall-to-wall carpet; I took a hammer and chisel to it, revealing a stripe of immaculate terrazo beneath it and nastiness on either side. That inspired me to scrub that patch, despite the fact that it'll be covered when the cabinet is in place.

The color that seems to be dominating in there so far is orange---I don't mind---I happen to like orange, which is how I've managed to acquire an old enameled coffee pot, an orange plaid ice bucket, and quite a few candles. I also have a length of fabric with orange, brown and red stripes that looks to become a tablecloth.

Now I'm confronting The Drawer. It's the top drawer of a bureau that got trashed at least a year ago...the only reason it wasn't included was because my brain short-circuited when faced with a plethora of keepsakes. Things like the bell-shaped green candy dish I made in kindergarten, jewelry, mementos, tchotchkes, etc. I took it out and set it on a chair when I dragged the rest of the piece down to the curb and never did get around to going through it.

I got as far as sliding the chair around so I could sweep that side of the sliding glass doors and took a break to look at my email...that really side-tracked me, since there was an email from GK, saying Kat's going into the hospital. She was really quiet when I was with her on Saturday, and apparently she was in pain yesterday and had a couple of falls. They're going to give her the industrial-strength painkillers and hopefully this time they'll be able to drain the fluid in her abdomen. Or...GK says she's contacted Dr Bizarre to come if he can, since there's also a chance that This Is It. As much as I'm dreading my world without her in it, she really isn't herself anymore. Is it selfish of me to want her to be at peace?
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