Posts Tagged ‘HELP!!’


The End of a Chapter

March 1, 2011

I have gone to the apartment for probably the last time tonight. I really felt like a page is turning again.  I stood outside and looked at the stars like I often did there.  I don’t look at the stars that much in the house-I don’t sit outside that much I guess.

So, one last load, lots of garbage.  I hate when it gets down to the dregs of things you just don’t know what to do with–you end up throwing them all in a box to deal with later…only in this case, its about 7 boxes.  At least I was able to throw away 5 bags of trash.

I stopped at my daughter’s to beg some food (still don’t have a fridge), went home and just left it all in the van to deal with another time.

Inside the house, though, it was frustrating.  All the stuff that had already come into the house just wasn’t dispersing fast enough.  The rooms were getting cluttered and full of things waiting to be taken elsewhere-Goodwill, the garage, the dumpster.  My living room had been nice and clear until that last load, and you can see my bed standing there, forlorn and unslept-in…I miss that more than anything else!  It’s one of the reasons I’m writing this at 3:30am–my little cardboard mattress is not beckoning me.

living room with bed

I’ve decided I can’t wait til spring to get my bed back.  It’ll take forever to get the mattress and box springs upstairs since I have to go through the back door that’s all boarded up.  That means I’ll need help.  That means I’d have to wait until they have the time to help me.

I can’t wait that long.

SO, I’m going to sleep downstairs in the room off the living room:

bedroom-to-be before

It’ll be OK, then I’ll just use the upstairs as my studio…not as convenient, but it’s only for a year, y’know.  So I kept working in there until I felt I made progress for today:

bedroom to be now

So where did all the stuff go?

kitchen now

That’s *15* boxes of bottles to go downstairs along with the shelf, and some display fixtures for my shows.  NOW I can go to bed.

Tomorrow’s job:

no-hot-water faucet

Trying to figure out why there is no hot water pressure in this knob when the pressure is fine in the sink next to it.  I SO miss a good shower!

Til later…



February 27, 2011

If pro-gress is moving forward and re-gress is going backwards, then I guess the question is, am I ‘gressing’ at all?

The guy came to look at my refridgerator Thursday–diagnosis: burned out fan.  He has to get the part and will come back Friday.  No problem, I have no food in there anyway…but then comes that horrendous snow tantrum and I’ve got a sea of snow that starts at my front door and goes as far as I can see…

It’s literally a foot deep of snow out there.  I call and tell him not to come back, that it can wait til Monday to be fixed, and besides, I’m not going shopping for groceries anyway!

I stayed indoors and worked in the house ALL DAY and I made at least one room look like a home:

kitchen before

It looks like a real home!!!  I unboarded the windows, put the woodwork back up, made curtains and everything!

Casualties: I hammered my finger when hanging up the curtains and that STUPID cabinet in the corner nearly got the best of me…I dropped it twice.  The first time was at the apartment and it fell on me…I think I broke my hand.  4 days later and it’s still swollen and hurts like blazes. 

That’s the PROgress part…the REgress:  Saturday, I got grandkid reinforcements and it took the three of us all morning to dig out the driveway!  Went to the apartment and filled up the van and car, brought more stuff in this house–and its not even MY stuff!  All my parents  stuff that I need to get out of the apartment so we can close it up…it makes me want to cry-my house is back to a narrow path in the living room and the kitchen is getting filled with tools and…and just stuff.  Tomorrow should be the last of it but I think most of what’s left will go into the garage…bikes, gas grill, that sort of Stuff.

I need dish soap…it’s still at the apartment so I can’t even do dishes.  That’s all right, I have hot chocolate mix and a bottle of rum…Who cares about anything else?  It’ll get done eventually!