It's a flow. Go with it.
Jul. 23rd, 2010 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHee. My house? Is in total chaos. Total. For values of "total" that include, well, everything. It's kind of like moving without actually going anywhere.
And I have run out of teenagers. I have used up those that I had, and I'm not allowed any more. (They've had to go off to Kenya and Florida and suchlike places to recuperate. It's hard, being a teenager these days.)
There is really nothing I can do, then, but carry on regardless. I can't get into the living-room, as witness:
(Most of the dining-room books are in boxes and bags; what you see here is the overflow. Including that cleverly-improvised uppermost shelf, that I'm quite proud of actually.)
Half the dining-room has been painted, so I shall just shoulder arms and paint the other half. Including the ceiling. My shoulders and arms ache already, but are we downhearted? Actually, oddly, not. I quite like not having choices.
And I have run out of teenagers. I have used up those that I had, and I'm not allowed any more. (They've had to go off to Kenya and Florida and suchlike places to recuperate. It's hard, being a teenager these days.)
There is really nothing I can do, then, but carry on regardless. I can't get into the living-room, as witness:
(Most of the dining-room books are in boxes and bags; what you see here is the overflow. Including that cleverly-improvised uppermost shelf, that I'm quite proud of actually.)
Half the dining-room has been painted, so I shall just shoulder arms and paint the other half. Including the ceiling. My shoulders and arms ache already, but are we downhearted? Actually, oddly, not. I quite like not having choices.