Thursday, April 18, 2019
Today I am grateful for progress. . . no matter how slow it seems. Doing this project of having two rooms painted and new carpeting was as close to moving as I care to get in the foreseeable future. Wow.
Everything had to come out of the hutches in the dining room and the display hutches in the living room. The ones in the dining room were made in Indonesia and while they are beautiful, they were hand done by many different hands and are far from precise. Drawers from one don’t fit in the spaces from the other. Did I know this? Nope. Not until we tried to put them back! Grrrr.
The guys who laid the carpet were fantastic and fast and efficient. Too fast for my brain. When they started putting things back I thought I was brilliant to have placed masking tape on the wood molding marking where things should go, because without the dents in the carpet how would I know? Brilliant me. What I didn’t do is mark which bottom went where (left or right) and which top went on which bottom. Did you get all that? Me neither. It reminds me of the “Bottoms & Tops” book I read to the grandkids or me in a fitting room trying to get something to fit on both of my ends. My bottoms and tops don’t match either.
As it stands now, one hutch is ever so slightly leaning away from the wall, too far for my comfort. That means I can’t load them, yet, until I figure out what to do. Getting the matches entered my mind. If I had a magic wand I’d wave it to switch the tops to see if that makes a difference. Bibbity-Bobbity-Boo! But my wand is in the laundry so I’ll have to count on my brain and the brain of Himself, which is as fried as mine. Swell.
So what did we accomplish to cause me to write about progress? Hooking up the stereo speakers. Ha-ha. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? I marked the baseboard for where those big living room pieces were to go, too. But I didn’t tape the speaker wires to the sides so we could get at them. One hutch section, decorated two days ago, had to be emptied so we could move it. Then the big one, which we mercifully left on the gliders, had to be moved out, too. With Himself buried at the stereo jiggling wires, I went behind the behemoth with my grabber and snatched them out, quickly taping them so they wouldn’t recoil as much as I was.
Then they were broken and needed stripping and we turned on the CD player to figure out which was right and which was left and I was forced to listen to Christmas music for an hour before I simply couldn’t take it anymore and shut that noise down! Deck the Halls, my ass! Fa-la-la-this!
Decorating the top of our TV unit takes a powerlift, cherry-picker, six strong men and four bottles of vodka, not necessarily in that order. But we don’t have all those things. It’s just us. So imagine how great we both feel after hoisting two ladders, 9,000 pounds of pottery, two lights and a beautiful Indonesian table inlaid with tiny shells, which I wanted to use in front of the couch, but it didn’t work, over our heads for four hours. You better read that again, slowly, if you’re as confused as I am.
Himself was awesome. When we had things put up there, the way I thought I wanted it, I hated it! Hated it! It just didn’t work. The scale was off, the form was bad and I didn’t like the shapes and height of the pottery. We needed the table up there for balance. Everything had to be undone and I had to tell Himself. Holy divorce.
I have never turned on the water works and bawled on purpose to get my way or get out of a jam. I didn’t have to today anyway because I’m a raw nerve and I bawled and sobbed as I told him it was all wrong and how guilty I felt because I didn’t want him to have to start over and how it looked awful and it was okay if we didn’t finish it today because I’m exhausted and he’s old (see what I did there?) and I get it if he wants to strangle me. LONG PAUSE. “Let’s get it done,” he said. “Just tell me where you want stuff.” Wow.
We got ‘er done and wanted to run some stuff to the thrift store so I turned the lights off, except they didn’t go off with the switch like they should have. I had thought ahead and plugged an extension cord in and put it on top of the unit before the carpet guys pushed them back, except I plugged it into the wrong power strip. No!
More flashlights, more rug crawling, more moving furniture, more “language” and those puppies are now correct. I turned them on and off a dozen times to check. Yes, we are making progress. “Slowly but Slowly,” as one of my Indonesian drivers used to say.