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desperance...Or at least it's not, but I kind of wish it were. As it happens, the subject-line is not a complaint about the weather, and neither is this post (although I could, oh God, I could...). I just have an almighty wish to abandon this writing malarkey and spend a week committing aggravated DIY. My house, it aggravates me.
I'd start right here, in the study. Office. Whatever. My desk is in the wrong place. The right place is currently occupied by a large kind of sideboard which serves no more useful purpose than holding up the printer. Which is a useful purpose, but there must be something else that would do it and not be sideboard-sized. Hell, if necessary, the printer could actually sit on the desk. Although it is a monstrous large object and better kept separate.
Thing is, though, I need a second pair of hands. Also legs and a torso. And another pair of eyes, another mind might not go amiss. Hitherto I've always sorted this stuff by myself, but now that I am old and physically imperfect, I am not going to wrestle large furnitures around by myself. That way lie prolapsed discs. Trust me, I know whereof I speak.
So, yup. One of these days, I'll rope in a friend and we'll spend an afternoon shifting things around, and fixing shelves to walls (for lo, they lean at any of the several angles that this house contains, and none of them is safe; and the cats like to bounce around seven foot above the ground, which causes creaks and wobblings) and stuff like that.
And sometime after we've done that, maybe I'll put everything in order. On the shelves. That'd be cool.
I'd start right here, in the study. Office. Whatever. My desk is in the wrong place. The right place is currently occupied by a large kind of sideboard which serves no more useful purpose than holding up the printer. Which is a useful purpose, but there must be something else that would do it and not be sideboard-sized. Hell, if necessary, the printer could actually sit on the desk. Although it is a monstrous large object and better kept separate.
Thing is, though, I need a second pair of hands. Also legs and a torso. And another pair of eyes, another mind might not go amiss. Hitherto I've always sorted this stuff by myself, but now that I am old and physically imperfect, I am not going to wrestle large furnitures around by myself. That way lie prolapsed discs. Trust me, I know whereof I speak.
So, yup. One of these days, I'll rope in a friend and we'll spend an afternoon shifting things around, and fixing shelves to walls (for lo, they lean at any of the several angles that this house contains, and none of them is safe; and the cats like to bounce around seven foot above the ground, which causes creaks and wobblings) and stuff like that.
And sometime after we've done that, maybe I'll put everything in order. On the shelves. That'd be cool.