The workers are here installing the new floor, which looks great. We will paint or stain the baseboards so they are nice when they go back up. The living room area is about half of the job, so it’s a relief to have it so far along. However, everybody knows what happens when major new infrastructure goes in…. right…. the walls look crappy now and also incidental window frames and of course the cabinetry in the kitchen, which needs only a good cleaning.
The rest of the walls in the house were re-painted a couple of years ago when the ceilings had to have major replacement work due to ice getting in below the roofing and the insurance company paid some big bucks to repair the ceilings. It was mostly drywall, but the insurance also covered having the ceilings AND the affected rooms re-painted. Now we need to paint the living room walls, because they look shabby compared to the new floor and the recently-new rusty-orange paint of the kitchen/dining area.
Man…these people make a LOT of noise. The owner(s) of the company do much of the labor themselves. Incidentally, I have known these people for decades…the owners’ mother was a police dispatcher when I was a news reporter, and although I haven’t seen her in decades the name came to me as I thought of a local flooring company.
I’d like to paint…well, to rephrase that, it would be nice if the walls were painted. The dusty green color is still nice and I like it as much as when it originally went on the walls fifteen years or so ago.
Well the living room part of the floor is in place, and Thursday they will do the kitchen and dining area. The baseboards need to be spruced up, so I bought a can of water-based stain (at Home Depot) to paint them with. The paint/stain dries in one hour, so that is a break. All the paintings and miscellany are off the walls, all the furniture is lounging in the dining area.
ah…those of you who are still awake…thanks for following along on my housewife work musings.
Once my youngest son commented that there were tasks that definitely fell under the rubric “Housewife Work.” That immediately got my attention, and the phrase has become part of our family lingo.
One of the things I have always enjoyed about moving household was that it involved clean cupboards, drawers, closets, having been cleared of collections and extra belongings that did not and never did belong to anyone who ever lived in the house. Although I admit there is the occasional “junk drawer,” that defies sorting out and/or disposal of its contents, that arrives intact at the new location.
We have arranged to have a flooring company come in and install vinyl planking in our main living, kitchen and dining room areas. What that entails is packing up the things from the china cabinets, moving all the small furniture like tables and chairs, and moving out the refrigerator, which really moves pretty easily on wheels…and the stove, which has never been moved since it was installed about 17 years ago.
The problem is that all those things removed from the affected areas have to go someplace temporarily.
I do have a lot of stuff, but the bulk of it is books, as I’ve written before. I sell books exclusively online now, but my inventory is housed here, in addition to my personal book collection and thousands of unlisted (that is not in the inventory) titles in the process of being listed. A few years ago I had two bookshops, one at the indoor flea market, the other at an antique mall.
So my dilemma is that before I can accomplish A I need to complete B; and so on from room to room. Sigh. A bit of organization goes a long way, that’s true…so I better get to work.
Writing about it helps to solidify my thought process…such as it is.
I have decided to change my priority
without worrying about inferiority
or the ways of the majority.
No longer will I pretend to put domestic concerns
ahead of my life’s purpose — Writing!
Back in the day any writing I did was secondary
or confined to the secretary’s desk.
For a housewife back then
furtive moments were doled out as rewards
or stray opportunities to pen
wayword words or purloined phrases,
words of wisdom
a note, a word, a reminder
–confined to the backs of envelopes
or shopping lists,
written in pen or pencil…or lipstick
or eyebrow pencil..
Gone are the days when making soup,
scrubbing and ironing…
dashing through the store with a grocery cart
all had top priority over the Writing Art.
No frilly little aprons or caps
are needed to fulfill MY kind of Real Work
no pretty cotton dresses
and certainly no high heels!
From now on–I have decided that Writing has top priority
and rather than hide it (regardless of seniority)
the thing I do best is the thing I do FIRST.
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