Yesterday was beautiful here in southeast Michigan. The sun was shining, the wind was just a breeze, and the temperatures climbed toward 60 F. The red winged blackbirds arrived at the feeder, and the tulips nosed their way out of the ground:
Today is kind of like this view from the fell line:
Grey and monochromatic.
Wednesday the painters arrive and this will all be gone:
|By the way...it is an insult to say "We used to have that wallpaper....." while it is still on my walls.|
I've been hearing that for the last 10-12 years. So, stop it.
When the painter came through to give his bid he said, "Don't worry, just move the small stuff and we'll take care of the rest."
Today I moved small stuff. The joke is on me. It is all small stuff. I've moved books, china, flatware, linens, all of my weaving paraphenalia, most of my spinning wheels and paraphenalia, and all of the pictures on the walls. Most of it went either up or down one flight of stairs. It was a good decision to fore-go my cardio workout this AM, because I got plenty of cardio with this endeavor.
Tomorrow I climb the ladder and take down the drapes and we need to move the grandfather clock...not small, but fragile. I may yet have the last laugh, because the painters will have to move the 250+ pound Macomber loom. (Don't worry, it's all folded up and secure.)
In case you are wondering, those flowery dining room (aka weaving studio) walls will soon be "Table Linen". The dark green living room walls will be "Tide Pools" or possibly "Valley Mist" (all are Behr colors if you want to look them up).
In the process of all this, I tossed a few things: The top from my wedding cake and some bridesmaids gifts the marriages from which are long dissolved. There are also some crystal geegaws that will go to the church rummage sale next month.
I talked to my SIL last week. My MIL passed away 11 months ago. Last week the SIL's went through "cards". She was telling me all about going through "cards" and I clearly was not following her. So I said, "What kind of cards are we talking about?" Turns out that my MIL, married almost 62 years, never threw out a Christmas card, birthday card, anniversary card...or greeting card of any kind. I was dumb struck. Not only by the fact that she kept all of those cards (where?!...never mind, it explains some things)...but the daughters sat for a week and went through them (and kept some!)
Now I feel almost as guilty for having sent cards as I did when I would occasionally forget to send a card in the past!
When I'm gone, there will be plenty of weaving and knitting books to go through....and there will probably still be quite a stash of yarns and fleece. But I guarantee you, there will not be cards.....or geegaws.