Today’s another day of asking myself why we bought this house. Our original intention was to downsize. Then our house sold on the first day and we found ourselves in an apartment that we hated and we were desperate and…I don’t know. It must have seemed like a good idea at one point.
This house is what they call a reverse story and half, or something weird like that. Master bedroom on first floor. Two bedrooms and two family rooms in the
basement garden level. With just Husband and I living here, we’ve tended to stake out our spaces. I get the upstairs living room for TV watching and a corner of the kitchen for my writing desk. I keep my areas fairly clean. Sure, you can write your name in the dust, but there aren’t any cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
Downstairs, that’s another matter. For months I’ve known that the spiders were taking over down there, but I guess…I just really didn’t care. Now, two siblings decided to stay for a weekend and something had to be done.
Of course (well, of course if you’re me) once I started cleaning I decided the layout was all wrong and spent the day moving an ancient iron bed from one room to another, exchanging it with a set of twin beds. And of course I couldn’t just exchange the beds, I had to decorate the rooms – which required finding nails…and a hammer…and a level…and…well, that’s just how I do things. I bite off way more than I can chew and then add a few more bits for good measure, a bit like this writing every day idea.
FYI: In between rearranging the rooms, I DID clean. Really. Just ask the spiders now living in my vacuum cleaner bag.