Move Mania
On Sunday of Labor Day Weekend, I woke up with the plan to install the rest of the wainscoting in the bathroom. It was a beautiful day, and I looked forward to the task of cutting up finish stock out in the yard and then pretty easily chasing my wife and son out of the house so I could work unhindered in the upstairs.
When I went out the shed to get started, though, I saw that I didn't have enough finish stock for the job. It might have been that one of the big box retailers was open and could have provided the material I needed on that day, but the last thing I wanted to do on a Sunday, was deal with the vagaries of strip mall shopping. I scratched the plan.
Instead, my wife (Cybele) and I decided to rearrange some the furniture to suit the new layout we created downstairs with the guest/work rooms. Our plan was simply to move the TV into one of the guest rooms so that our living room would be a place for reading and conversation, away from the noise. We also wanted to move a bookcase and the secretary to follow along with our room-use plan, and then bring another bookcase in from the barn to put in place where the secretary was.
The simplicity of our intent quickly devolved into a near complete de-construction of our downstairs layout. Moving the TV went fine, and then unloading the bookcase and moving it went okay too. Moving the secretary wasn't difficult but once it was in place, we realized the second bookcase could not go where the secretary was because of the placement of a heating register. (Are you still with me?)
We needed to rethink our living room plan. Since the 2nd bookcase couldn't go where the secretary was, it meant either find a new place for the secretary or put it back where it was. We didn't really like where it was (we had always consider it temporary), but our options for its placement were limited. The house has small rooms with a lot of windows. I guess back in 1850, without Ikea around, they just shoved their CD and DVD collections under the beds with the chamber pots or something. Or maybe they just looked out the windows for entertainment.
At this point anyway, our house was a mess, it was getting later in the afternoon, and we were getting tired from moving furniture. (I left out the part about the third bookcase being moved upstairs and all the junk that had to be moved around in the barn to get to it).
The only answer to the dilemma was to move more stuff of course. The secretary would go where the pantry was, the pantry would go somewhere else, and the 2nd bookcase would go where the secretary was just after we moved it the first time. (You with me?)
Well, one Labor Day later and the house (and the family that lives in it) is just about back together. None of tasks that were listed on my last post have been started, but there's always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and the...
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