The last few days I’ve been dealing with reality. To wit: schlepping accumulated stuff out of the bedroom-to-be and into the attic or other places where it’ll live for a while.
So far I’ve gotten from this:
… to this:
But there’s still SO much more reality to deal with.
Everything’s got to come out of the bedroom so The Wandering Monk and I (mostly the monk) can tear the floor out, then raise and repair the foundation under the back of the house. Hopefully next month. May at the latest. We’ll be working from inside because there’s almost no clearance under that part of the house. Telling him he wouldn’t have to shimmy on his back in the mud with risk of the house collapsing on him was part of my bribe to get the reluctant monk to agree to such a big project. Thus emptying the entire room.
The room needs to be gutted anyhow. Horrible ceiling. Horrible floor. Mostly horrible walls. All need redoing. Closet to be built, door to be installed. Etc. and so on. But after nearly four years of using that room as the collecting point for construction materials, tools, Christmas decorations, garden equipment, spare plumbing parts, and general stuff, it’s not a fun project.
GREAT exercise going up and down the attic ladder with heavy boxes, though. My thighs inform me of just what fine, fine exercise it is. Oh my, do they inform me!
So pardon me while my thighs and I get back to work. We may not have Deep Thoughts for you for a while.
In the meantime, have a dog.
(I hope you all enjoy, but this is especially for D.)