Jan. 16th, 2009

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[livejournal.com profile] tenbears got back last night, hurrah!

Two nights away, he was. And me without proper couch-enabled internet access. And did I mention the landline kept dropping out too? It's been doing that a lot lately.

And frankly, it's bloody lonely round here without him. Both on the generalised alone stakes and on being sans 10B in particular.

Of course he's off at work now but at least I know he's around.

In other news, I got that email about that clinical trial that I'm hoping to join.

In other, other news, the study still ain't right. This is the room in which I spend most of my time and keep most of my stuff. 10B recently shifted all the heavy bits of furniture and my home-carer packed away a whole lot of things for me, but I still don't have that sense of comfort and convenience when I'm there. I've now got a couch to recline on, the desk and it's mountain o'stuff is no longer the first thing you see from the doorway, but lots of little-but-essential things don't have a suitable place yet. Constant tidying is needed, which means things aren't right. In a well-organised space, things simply don't get that messy that fast.

I think the solution lies in Howard's Storage World. This is the shop for people who are frightened of the Ikea maze or simply want to avoid it on general principles (which is me, ever since the time I walked in through their front door to use the toilet and couldn't get out again without going all the way round because the automatic doors only worked from one side. I could even see the exit doors, mere metres away through the kiddies ball room but it was no use I could not reach them. I believe they've introduced short-cuts since then but I do like to hold a grudge).

Anyway, I want a(nother) little trolley to hold Dave, my in/out trays, spindles of discs, biros and notepads and cups of tea. Mum-In-Law bought me a dandy little one from Howard's Storage World for my birthday which holds all my knitting things - it's half laundry hamper and half shelving so it holds current projects and random balls of yarn *and* a nice big pile of knitting books and notes and I love it like a child.

Of course, I will have to have Mum-In-Law take me there. If I go there without her she'll never forgive me as she is quite partial to modular storage solutions but has no need of any herself so must indulge her passion vicariously through me. She'd indulge her passion through 10B too except that being her son he staunchly refuses to play and pointedly endevours to live in a mound of randomly piled Stuff, glaring at anyone who ever suggests he does otherwise.

But I wouldn't be able to get the trolley home by myself anyway, I don't think those little trolley castors are quite sturdy enough for a trip down the Nepean Highway with me lying atop the trolley, pushing it along with a pole, which is how it would have to happen of course.

(Fortunately it's quite fun shopping with Mum-In-Law, coffee and cake is usually involved somewhere along the way as is a general ramble around the monolith that is Southland Shopping Centre.)

People do get quite keen on storage solutions. And you never know who's going to turn out to be a storage-solution-fancier. Recently I mentioned Howard's Storage World to my massage therapist of all people, and at the mere mention of the place she went all dreamy and then repeated it's name and looked like she was about to melt into the floor in a way that I found faintly disturbing.

When Mum-In-Law first told me about Howard's Storage World I thought it sounded like a junk store and her insistence on me browsing a catalogue just seemed kind of weird. I indulged her, I even agreed to hold onto it for a little while to keep her happy but then I found myself looking round the house at things and then looking at the catalogue and just...pondering.

I think I'm starting to understand and I don't mean "understand" in a sympathetic way. I mean "understand" in an empathic way: visceral understanding, like the way I truly understand why a person smiles when they tell you they've been out buying stationery and I smile in recognition.

But I've noticed that the stationery thing doesn't do it for me anymore. I still smile in recognition but my passions are elsewhere and it's really just a friendly, indulgent smile. Because I don't really think paper-fanciers know where it's at. No point having all that paper and all those pens if you don't have a neat little place to store them.

And as soon as I have, my little study will be the perfect place for me to be, all the time.

Pardon me while I melt into the floor.
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
[livejournal.com profile] tenbears got back last night, hurrah!

Two nights away, he was. And me without proper couch-enabled internet access. And did I mention the landline kept dropping out too? It's been doing that a lot lately.

And frankly, it's bloody lonely round here without him. Both on the generalised alone stakes and on being sans 10B in particular.

Of course he's off at work now but at least I know he's around.

In other news, I got that email about that clinical trial that I'm hoping to join.

In other, other news, the study still ain't right. This is the room in which I spend most of my time and keep most of my stuff. 10B recently shifted all the heavy bits of furniture and my home-carer packed away a whole lot of things for me, but I still don't have that sense of comfort and convenience when I'm there. I've now got a couch to recline on, the desk and it's mountain o'stuff is no longer the first thing you see from the doorway, but lots of little-but-essential things don't have a suitable place yet. Constant tidying is needed, which means things aren't right. In a well-organised space, things simply don't get that messy that fast.

I think the solution lies in Howard's Storage World. This is the shop for people who are frightened of the Ikea maze or simply want to avoid it on general principles (which is me, ever since the time I walked in through their front door to use the toilet and couldn't get out again without going all the way round because the automatic doors only worked from one side. I could even see the exit doors, mere metres away through the kiddies ball room but it was no use I could not reach them. I believe they've introduced short-cuts since then but I do like to hold a grudge).

Anyway, I want a(nother) little trolley to hold Dave, my in/out trays, spindles of discs, biros and notepads and cups of tea. Mum-In-Law bought me a dandy little one from Howard's Storage World for my birthday which holds all my knitting things - it's half laundry hamper and half shelving so it holds current projects and random balls of yarn *and* a nice big pile of knitting books and notes and I love it like a child.

Of course, I will have to have Mum-In-Law take me there. If I go there without her she'll never forgive me as she is quite partial to modular storage solutions but has no need of any herself so must indulge her passion vicariously through me. She'd indulge her passion through 10B too except that being her son he staunchly refuses to play and pointedly endevours to live in a mound of randomly piled Stuff, glaring at anyone who ever suggests he does otherwise.

But I wouldn't be able to get the trolley home by myself anyway, I don't think those little trolley castors are quite sturdy enough for a trip down the Nepean Highway with me lying atop the trolley, pushing it along with a pole, which is how it would have to happen of course.

(Fortunately it's quite fun shopping with Mum-In-Law, coffee and cake is usually involved somewhere along the way as is a general ramble around the monolith that is Southland Shopping Centre.)

People do get quite keen on storage solutions. And you never know who's going to turn out to be a storage-solution-fancier. Recently I mentioned Howard's Storage World to my massage therapist of all people, and at the mere mention of the place she went all dreamy and then repeated it's name and looked like she was about to melt into the floor in a way that I found faintly disturbing.

When Mum-In-Law first told me about Howard's Storage World I thought it sounded like a junk store and her insistence on me browsing a catalogue just seemed kind of weird. I indulged her, I even agreed to hold onto it for a little while to keep her happy but then I found myself looking round the house at things and then looking at the catalogue and just...pondering.

I think I'm starting to understand and I don't mean "understand" in a sympathetic way. I mean "understand" in an empathic way: visceral understanding, like the way I truly understand why a person smiles when they tell you they've been out buying stationery and I smile in recognition.

But I've noticed that the stationery thing doesn't do it for me anymore. I still smile in recognition but my passions are elsewhere and it's really just a friendly, indulgent smile. Because I don't really think paper-fanciers know where it's at. No point having all that paper and all those pens if you don't have a neat little place to store them.

And as soon as I have, my little study will be the perfect place for me to be, all the time.

Pardon me while I melt into the floor.

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