Barry had to go back to work. He's been off the last 3 weeks since Christmas. Unfortunately, he did not hit the lottery. And we are still not independently wealthy. The room project is now delegated to little snippets here and there. What would probably take just 2 days to finish is going to take about a week or so longer cause he just doesn't have the same amount of time, plus, when you sit at a computer all day it kinda drains your mojo so your get up and go will kaput. You know?
We have had a really good time doing this room. Barry & I always get along best when we are working on a project or traveling together. We have always been really good friends-- I know it's sappy but it's true. There is no one I would rather hang out with than him. When we have to do the mom/dad wife/husband delegating of mindless chores and daily to dos is when we conflict. Doesn't everyone? If we were independently wealthy and had a maid/butler/governess (who has a governess? and I can hear you now "aren't your children grown? duh, that's why I didn't say nanny....) chauffeur/accountant/secretary we would just happily sing and play together all day. We share the same goofy sense of humor and child like ness. (Don't say child ish ness!)
We have many dreams and get very excited and passionate about our projects. When we get going on something like the room or our ponds/gardens etc. we do not stop. We work til we ache. We become obsessed and nothing else exists until it's done. Cept when he has to go back to work. Now we rattle around drumming our fingers until we can get some blocks of time to finish. Trim and carpet. And the biggest part, the built ins. A built in, cushiony nook with overhead cabinets on one side and a built in counter space with cabinets under & above.... all my stuff, ribbons, oils, paints, material, books, papers, magazines, glues, everything I need to do my work all in one place. Just the thought of it makes me ....... well, words escape me.... polite words anyway.
He made me a pantry last night. It is pathetic how excited I am about this. It's like how some women would say "he bought me the biggest diamond you can imagine!" It's a beautiful thing. At 11:00 last night I'm emptying all the canned goods & appliances & cleaning supplies from all the many places they have been stored and putting them all in one space. I am thrilled, I just keep looking at it. I can SEE everything! It's like .... butt--ah! like a big bowl of butt-ah....
Okay, well, now that you know just what a geek I am, I'll leave you there. Gotta go re-arrange the rest of the cabinets now. Yay!!!
Are you thinking about my pantry?
2 comments:
Yes, yes I am thinking of your pantry. That box there is backwards.
One of the best pantries I ever remember was the one Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote about when Manzo built her a house. I coveted that house.
Hey, I'm cool with your geeky obsessive pantry-arranging. I spent so much time these past three weeks rearranging and decluttering my bedroom and walk-in closet -- two hours alone spent on reorganizing my turtle jewelry -- that I gave myself asthma, complete with geek-certified inhaler! (Shannie says, "I still love you, Mom, even if you are a nerd with an inhaler"). But ain't it way cool to walk into a place in your house and you know Mary Poppins would nod approvingly if she were there? So you go, girlfren... Heart, Shirl
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