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Greetings from Ground Zero
Jul. 5th, 2019 08:45 pm I had GK for about an hour and a half this morning, before she had to run off to the set-up for CSTS (Can't Stop the Serenity) tomorrow. That doesn't sound like a lot of time, but GK, who'd already been chivying one of the CSTS organizers that morning, was warmed up and in rare form.
With the good linens packed away into my new linen closet and the dross removed, there were actually a few square feet of space, which led me to want more of it. Specifically, I wanted to get rid of the upright wardrobe that was occupying one side of the living room, so I could move the extra chair into that space, because GK occasionally drops by to hang out and chat, and it would be nice to carry on a conversation face to face rather than at an odd angle because the second chair was at 4:00 from my usual chair.
So we did that. I parted ways with a half-dozen sweaters and jackets, put the keepers into an under-bed box, and moved the chair. Yay! Although I wrenched my back getting the under-bed box out from under the bed...it's okay at the moment, but it gave me grief all afternoon.
Which brought us to the region of the breakfast bar. The space underneath it was wall-to-wall stuff, ditto the surface of it. We went through it all, and GK removed the breakfast bar permanently. The TV set that was living there since January is now set up in my room, although getting it programmed is another story.
And because we only had an hour and a half, we got that done, and then had to leave, so the house in general looks like a bomb has gone off. There are boxes strewn around the living room and random items everywhere. (Cloche hat and display shelf on the washer, anyone?) My kitchen counter, which started the day perfectly clean, has been inhabited by things to be sorted and put away. There's a big wicker laundry basket of clothes on the ottoman--which doesn't include the under-bed stuff!--assorted cartons surrounding my chair--it's chaos, but at least it's quasi-organized chaos.
At least things are moving, I tell myself. I had a nice nap, my back feels better, I don't have to do it all at once...but I want my kitchen back. I want all the furniture back where it's supposed to be. And at some point, I want the damn TV functioning so I can turn it on while I'm wrangling my bedroom, which is probably going to take AT LEAST a whole day all by itself. (On the bright side, I found several Very Useful Items while tossing the living room--that's where my black denim skirt went!--and there's hypothetically enough room to set up my sewing machine now.) It's just stressful, partly from the chaos, partly because that sort of activity with GK is always stressful. She's on ADHD meds and does things quickly and decisively, whereas my pace tends to be about one-fifth her speed and I tend to over-think things and want to articulate the process behind my decisions. She starts firing off four questions in a row about something I haven't even begun to think about and my brain goes into vapor-lock. Happens every damn time.
I may or may not go to CSTS tomorrow evening. It depends on how much I get done, how I feel physically after I've done it, how much sleep I get and whether I can figure out what I'm going to wear. At the moment, I have absolutely no idea. I have plenty of potential ensembles--no one can accuse me of being deficient in that department--the question is, what's clean and appropriate and can I find it amid all the welter?
Meanwhile, I'm starving. I can't do anything about that until I deal with the kitchen counter. Oh, joy...!
Love to all.
...
With the good linens packed away into my new linen closet and the dross removed, there were actually a few square feet of space, which led me to want more of it. Specifically, I wanted to get rid of the upright wardrobe that was occupying one side of the living room, so I could move the extra chair into that space, because GK occasionally drops by to hang out and chat, and it would be nice to carry on a conversation face to face rather than at an odd angle because the second chair was at 4:00 from my usual chair.
So we did that. I parted ways with a half-dozen sweaters and jackets, put the keepers into an under-bed box, and moved the chair. Yay! Although I wrenched my back getting the under-bed box out from under the bed...it's okay at the moment, but it gave me grief all afternoon.
Which brought us to the region of the breakfast bar. The space underneath it was wall-to-wall stuff, ditto the surface of it. We went through it all, and GK removed the breakfast bar permanently. The TV set that was living there since January is now set up in my room, although getting it programmed is another story.
And because we only had an hour and a half, we got that done, and then had to leave, so the house in general looks like a bomb has gone off. There are boxes strewn around the living room and random items everywhere. (Cloche hat and display shelf on the washer, anyone?) My kitchen counter, which started the day perfectly clean, has been inhabited by things to be sorted and put away. There's a big wicker laundry basket of clothes on the ottoman--which doesn't include the under-bed stuff!--assorted cartons surrounding my chair--it's chaos, but at least it's quasi-organized chaos.
At least things are moving, I tell myself. I had a nice nap, my back feels better, I don't have to do it all at once...but I want my kitchen back. I want all the furniture back where it's supposed to be. And at some point, I want the damn TV functioning so I can turn it on while I'm wrangling my bedroom, which is probably going to take AT LEAST a whole day all by itself. (On the bright side, I found several Very Useful Items while tossing the living room--that's where my black denim skirt went!--and there's hypothetically enough room to set up my sewing machine now.) It's just stressful, partly from the chaos, partly because that sort of activity with GK is always stressful. She's on ADHD meds and does things quickly and decisively, whereas my pace tends to be about one-fifth her speed and I tend to over-think things and want to articulate the process behind my decisions. She starts firing off four questions in a row about something I haven't even begun to think about and my brain goes into vapor-lock. Happens every damn time.
I may or may not go to CSTS tomorrow evening. It depends on how much I get done, how I feel physically after I've done it, how much sleep I get and whether I can figure out what I'm going to wear. At the moment, I have absolutely no idea. I have plenty of potential ensembles--no one can accuse me of being deficient in that department--the question is, what's clean and appropriate and can I find it amid all the welter?
Meanwhile, I'm starving. I can't do anything about that until I deal with the kitchen counter. Oh, joy...!
Love to all.
...