As weirdly avid readers may be aware, tenbears
has been shuffling furniture around the place at my request and I have once again discovered that in order to tidy up, sometimes you have to make a bigger mess first.
I am still surrounded by Piles O'Crap(TM) but tenbears
has reassembled the Noodle Communication Centre (ie: lifted necessary tables into position), cleared a path to same, and the floor rug is down. It's funny how much better I feel with the floor rug down.
Can now recommence normal lifestyle and deal with remaining Piles O'Crap(TM) and logical rearrangement as spoons allow. For all the ongoing chaos, great advances have been made. I can now lie down in comfort and stare out at the yard *at the same time*, am not feeling cloistered and stuck in a dim, dark corner, am feeling like mistress of my own domain.
Can now see people as they walk onto the verandah.
has been a veritable sewing-bear. He's been repairing stuff and has also turned an old pair of pants into a pair of long shorts. Seriously, for all the training I received in the craft on account of having a uterus, I'll never match him. He knows how to put things together and that's what really makes the difference. All a machine does is give you a quick way to make it happen.
Now all I have to do is convince him he'd like to make stuff for me....I wonder if try this before or after I convince him that he'd really like to keep chickens.
It should be a while before I get anything else productive done. In other words, I have a great urge to do stuff but I'm crashing, I can feel it and I know I should stop. Heart rate is up and arms are shaky. I'm flaking out, then hauling myself up to do some little thing that surely isn't a big deal, then crashing out again. Tired but wired, as they say. I think a small amount of diazepam is called for, to cut through the hyperness.( Aaargh, care! )
Oh and I've decided I want new curtains of a lighter hue and probably retro. And cheerful rather than rich. Rich was okay when I was young and looking for things that felt old and important. Now I feel old and gnarly but much more like I have a right to be here so I just want yellow daisies, metaphorically speaking.
PS: InsideCat is unimpressed with the changes and is sniffing and poking around with an air of disapproval and occasional meows of complaint. A small amount of therapeutic chicken will soon be applied.