I’ve been sorting, sifting, boxing and moving various items around my mum’s (someday I’ll learn to call it my) house. It is starting to look like “progress”. My daughter and I are supposed to start painting the little room tomorrow. The “little room” is the smallest bedroom that I picked for my altar and work room. I bought the paint and all the accessories needed to paint it. I didn’t however get the room finished being cleaned out. HAHAHAHA. Well, she can help me finish that. We’re supposedly getting freezing rain until noon so that makes a late start. Well, late for me, early for her. We not actually get even one wall painted tomorrow.
Anyhow, I rearranged the living room furniture. I now know why the neurosurgeon said “don’t move furniture”. Damn my neck and back hurt. I did solicit my son’s help after he got over there. I smartened up though and left the boxes of books in the doorway. The living room looks much cozier now. I created a “reading spot” in the one end. Moved her chairs, brought down two bookcases, added some lighting. Pulled out the ottoman that my great-grandmother (or great-great-grandmother, I am always unclear about her) stiched/created, the upholstered top of – it is material that she handcrafted and she put a pattern into it. I’m not certain what you call that. The reading area looks warm and inviting. It just needs a couple of candles and maybe a blanket. If there was a fireplace …. but there is not.
I have boxes close to mailing capacity. Well, one for my brother, one for my sister. Two more that just need newer boxes that will travel without breaking as the current ones are old that my mum packed up for them years ago, but they never took home with them. I need to add some things to the box for my older niece.
I vacuumed everywhere downstairs and told my son he needs to at least clean the rooms he’s using because I cannot keep up with 2 houses. My mum’s cat sheds like no cat I have *ever* met. I thought Ringo shed a lot and he has nothing on Angel.
I found some Old English brand sratch and nick cover oil and made 2 bookcases look excellent. That was a plus! A lot of the wood furniture needs a good cleaning. Once you hit 75, then add cancer .. well, things get left undone. As I was cleaning and dusting I was wondering just how tidy the house will be when I am 75, 30 years from now.
I think once we get the altar room painted and I buy an area rug and move a few things in there, it will seem like it is mine and it will be the beginning of feeling like home, rather than only my mum’s home. It was my home from age 3 until I moved out, but once I had my own home it felt like my childhood home, then my parent’s home, then my mum’s home. It always felt “sorta” like mine, but only in the kid’s view kind of way. My current house still has the “Ah, welcome back” ambience to it. I need to create that over there, too. Then as I slowly move things over there, I think this house will lose that.
I have 2 years. My youngest is a sophomore in HS and we won’t be moving before graduation. I think it will take all of that time to spiff up her house and get this one ready to sell.
There is progress though. Real rogress. Up until today it seemed I was making more of a mess than anything. It is like though when you’re shifting things around – every damn thing gets pulled out to be sorted, etc. and it looks like crap while you’re doing it. So, much looks like crap – ha! – but some no longer does. 🙂