Well, here I am on Monday, it's the 4th of July here which means Independence Day, or the day we declared our Independence from you Brits. I guess I may be unpatriotic because my Grandfather asked this morning why I didn't have my flag out and I thought that the only flag I do have is a Canadian one the girls brought back from vacation last year. So what of the 4th of July? I am escaping the madness of heading to the beach or smooshing in for the fireworks and enjoying a bonus day. I don't have to go to work and the children are still away at the ocean so for me it means I get to sit here in the back corner at the bakery and write this with a toasted bagel and a fresh orange juice.
You asked if I got my desk? I did though it's not visible in this photo, it's actually behind me. Nothing more than a table with a drawer really, but at least I am not crumpled up anymore at the computer on a stand with nowhere for my feet. But you can see what else I did. I hadn't expected to go furniture shopping and rearrange my living room this three day weekend, but I had a little bit of a windfall and decided it was about time I put together my living space and stop looking like I was living in a university dorm room.
When I first moved into this house after my divorce I had the this and that's leftover from the marriage. It looked fine and I've added and updated along the way. In fact, perhaps the openness, the white and the sparse and the simple was what I needed at that time. My old home, like the marriage was a mess. The house was falling down (literally) around us. I am lucky to have found this place to rest and be welcomed.
Like I said there was nothing wrong with the place before, but the mismatched dregs of furniture have been an annoyance to me. So this weekend, I bought some actual matching furniture, mind you from the department store and we had to put it all together (my father and I), but it matches. It brings a certain continuity and homeliness to this place. I'm sure the neatness won't last much once the girls get home, but for now I will enjoy it.
So for the last two days it's been loading, unloading, assembling and taking out the old dilapidated bookshelf and piling books and toys and everything else up in the hallway. Truly as of yesterday it looked as if a tornado had blown through and still this morning some of that remains. Today after I leave here I will pop back to get a second bookcase to mirror the one you see here.
It's been a lot of work, and not much of anything else has happened, but it makes me happy. It makes me contented and when I walk in I smile. Saturday night I turned on that lamp and sat down with my book and a cup of tea and read by lamplight. We only had the overhead before, no place for a lamp, so that in itself was a delight.
It hasn't been all work, I have taken your advice and read and I watched a movie every night this weekend before bed. And right now I am taking the time to write this from the bakery.
So I have been off the grid and I hope you haven't thought I have disappeared altogether. It's almost 11:30 am here which means you are headed to evening before I even get this post up. I panicked when I woke up and realized it was Monday and I hadn't written my post yet, but then I gave myself a thump on the head and realized it's your own blog, just take your time. This is supposed to be the week to slow down and take things easy (HA!) Perhaps I just don't know how to do that.
Look forward to hearing back from you. Reading your posts is the first thing I do in the morning before I even get out of bed and start the chaos of the day.
And in the spirit of indulgence, I have gone back for a pumpkin muffin and a cafe mocha before I head out.
You asked if I got my desk? I did though it's not visible in this photo, it's actually behind me. Nothing more than a table with a drawer really, but at least I am not crumpled up anymore at the computer on a stand with nowhere for my feet. But you can see what else I did. I hadn't expected to go furniture shopping and rearrange my living room this three day weekend, but I had a little bit of a windfall and decided it was about time I put together my living space and stop looking like I was living in a university dorm room.
When I first moved into this house after my divorce I had the this and that's leftover from the marriage. It looked fine and I've added and updated along the way. In fact, perhaps the openness, the white and the sparse and the simple was what I needed at that time. My old home, like the marriage was a mess. The house was falling down (literally) around us. I am lucky to have found this place to rest and be welcomed.
Like I said there was nothing wrong with the place before, but the mismatched dregs of furniture have been an annoyance to me. So this weekend, I bought some actual matching furniture, mind you from the department store and we had to put it all together (my father and I), but it matches. It brings a certain continuity and homeliness to this place. I'm sure the neatness won't last much once the girls get home, but for now I will enjoy it.
So for the last two days it's been loading, unloading, assembling and taking out the old dilapidated bookshelf and piling books and toys and everything else up in the hallway. Truly as of yesterday it looked as if a tornado had blown through and still this morning some of that remains. Today after I leave here I will pop back to get a second bookcase to mirror the one you see here.
It's been a lot of work, and not much of anything else has happened, but it makes me happy. It makes me contented and when I walk in I smile. Saturday night I turned on that lamp and sat down with my book and a cup of tea and read by lamplight. We only had the overhead before, no place for a lamp, so that in itself was a delight.
It hasn't been all work, I have taken your advice and read and I watched a movie every night this weekend before bed. And right now I am taking the time to write this from the bakery.
So I have been off the grid and I hope you haven't thought I have disappeared altogether. It's almost 11:30 am here which means you are headed to evening before I even get this post up. I panicked when I woke up and realized it was Monday and I hadn't written my post yet, but then I gave myself a thump on the head and realized it's your own blog, just take your time. This is supposed to be the week to slow down and take things easy (HA!) Perhaps I just don't know how to do that.
Look forward to hearing back from you. Reading your posts is the first thing I do in the morning before I even get out of bed and start the chaos of the day.
And in the spirit of indulgence, I have gone back for a pumpkin muffin and a cafe mocha before I head out.
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