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Blabbity Blab ...
Yeah, well, never fear. I'm almost out of Due South quotes. Plus, I'm not feeling terribly creative today, as you can tell from both the quote and the title for this particular entry.
Remodeling hell is almost over. All the floors are down now. All that is left is the molding in the hallway. Now, we start on the looooong process of putting everything back just the way it was. I think it's going to take forever,and I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me it'll never be "exactly" the way I had it before. Sure, maybe I'll find a way to fit everything back in. And, sure, maybe I'll be just as happy with it, but it'll never feel "right" to me. I hate it when my stuff gets moved around. It's one of my odder compulsions, I guess. It's hard to describe adequately, but it makes me feel unbalanced. Like, I will walk into the room and just feel that things are "off" somehow. Kind of like the world tilted a little to far to the left, or something. Knowing how I feel about it, I should have drawn out a schematic of where everything went before I took it off the shelves. But, stupid me, I stumbled ahead, just pulling crap off the shelves willy-nilly and paying no mind to where things were when I picked them up. I thought I would remember. After all, I spent three weeks getting this office "just so". I should have known better. Of course, I had a lot of "help", too. Having hubby help with the unloading process did not leave any time or room to sit down and draw diagrams. He's more of an "action jackson" kind of guy. Not so much into the planning aspect of anything.
I had one minor meltdown yesterday. Well, two, really. But only one over the office. We started putting things in, and Hubby wanted to rearrange the shelves. Because he thought the way I remembered them going wasn't logical. He had already moved one shelf up to make room on the bottom for some CDs to stand upright. I wasn't happy about rearranging the shelves, but I just bit my tongue. We had already had unfriendly words over the project, as it was. Anyhow, I started moving stuff out of our bedroom and back into the office, one of them being the box that holds Tex's ashes. I brought it to the office ... and couldn't find a place to put it. Hubby found me there ten minutes later, hugging the box to my chest and with tears streaming down my face. He was sweet about it. He gave me a hug and moved things around so that I could put Tex on the shelf. It helped.
The other meltdown happened because I lost my writing journal. I carry it with me a lot of the time, so that I can jot down notes or ideas whenever they hit me, instead of trying to remember them later. My parents have both made fun of me for this on more than one occasion. But, the book is really important to me. I hadn't been able to find it since we started all this flooring stuff. It stood to reason, since everything is such an unbelievable mess. But, still, I wanted it. I wanted to put my hands on it and know where it was. It had parts of stories in it, and my thoughts, and part of my novel, too. Just ... stuff I could not bear to lose. I mentioned to my mother yesterday that I still couldn't find it, and her response was that it wasn't that big of a deal, as long as there wasn't anything "personal" in there that could lead someone back to me. I was floored. I mean, how could she think that? That book is my lifeline. I snuck away, upstairs, and called my hubby -- in tears over the book. He promised me he would help me find it when he got home. And, if it wasn't at the house, he would go with me to every store/place we had been in over the past week, to see if they had it. I know I was overreacting, but I have not really been "myself" lately, which makes it harder to keep these things in check. Anyhow, having him try to understand, and knowing that he cared really helped a lot. Luckily, I found the book last night. As expected, it had gotten buried under a stack of stuff that we moved during the remodel.
I have to feel a little sorry for my hubby, though. Poor man, being stuck with such a high-maintenance person. >.O
I'm still reading "New Moon", the sequel to "Twilight". It is a slower read than the first novel. Partly because I have to keep stopping to do floor stuff. But, partly because one of my favorite characters has not been in the story very much. I'm closing in on page 400, and am just now seeing the first signs of his appearance. I'm looking forward to him showing up again, though. Hee.
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OMG ... that is so, so true. XD
Luckily, the remodel is done. Well, for now. The new floor is in, although I'm still trying to get everything put away. Hubby still has to hook up a large part of the electronics stuff in the office before I can put everything away in here. Still, it feels good to know it's done and that we survived. =P