When we started this little home improvement project, I scrambled the whole place up. This is a small, comfortable house, and there is hardly room for the things we choose to keep here. Trying to empty a room to work on it is quite a trial. We have survived, and I started putting things “back” today.
A few crazy thoughts went through my head as I worked like:
Where should I keep the battery for your electric bike (it can’t be the garage)? What about the charger for said battery? What about the vinyl tablecloth I use only for picnics? Where in the world should the “project pile” be kept? Right now that pile has a bundle of photos to scan and place in archival sleeves. There are also the archival sleeves and some books of photos in the “project pile”. Where do the extra quilts belong? What about the cat toys? Strangely, I really don’t even have a place for the kitchen trash can. Where does the banjo go? The mandolins? My ukulele? Our way too large CD collection? My sewing stuff? My mothers knitting stuff? The knitting machines? My extra sewing machine? What about the toys I keep around for the kids? Papa’s camera, bags and lenses? My laptop computer, which I use only when I travel?
The good news is, in spite of that little problem in our little home, I managed to stow everything somewhere. Yes, there are piles. I guess that is the nature of my life. For now, I know what is in each pile.
I’m off to meet S-in-L and retrieve GD2. She is visiting for a few days, and we are going to ride on Thomas the Tank Engine at Greenfield Village. I’m planning to have a wonderful, long, restful weekend!