I know it has taken longer than originally planned, but I am finishing the de-clutter project post. The room has been finished for some time now although a little tweaking did take place along the way.
So now I have the before and after.
This is the same wall. I like how the entertainment wall is spread out. I moved some paintings over as well. The new arrangement also brought the television to a proper viewing level.
This is the window wall. The tower shelf which is where I had the pc and the dresser along with storage.
This is the same shelf in the top left picture, standing on top of the night stands and and a good sturdy counter top.
These are tucked nice and neat in the corner out of the way but accessible.
Here we have the final wall that is occupied with furniture of sorts. The photo on the left is where the dresser was that now holds the entertainment. The night stands were underneath the dresser. So I moved the tower shelf on that wall and it’s still home to the pc. The tall dresser finishes the wall rather neatly. Some items got boxed and put away. Now the key is to keep it looking somewhat decent.
It’s not perfect and still tight, but for me, it’s definitely easier on the eyes.
So that finishes the room project.
The next few posts will lead up to the start of the WhatrUWorkinOn? meme. The rules which will more than likely consist of content not accepted. The day it will start and how long the link will be open.
Of course I’ll still have my rants and thoughts and moments….
I’ll tell ya one thing….if you just happen to be in a spot that is well and fulfilled, cherish it.
When you come out of a spot that was less that user friendly, use it as a tool and not a crutch.
Once I get into my room, I unload my pockets of keys, pen, lip balm…it’s like clock work…never fails.
Except for every now and again.
This morning was that time. I’m ready to go and it was cold so I want to get an early start and get the van warmed up. I have everything in my pockets, so after collecting other things, I proceed to the door and reach into my pocket for the keys–and–they’re–not–there.
I don’t panic because I don’t lose my keys. I hardly ever misplace them. So I go back to my room thinking maybe when I grabbed everything else, I just overlooked them.
Now I’m in the kitchen…no keys…living room…no keys.
I’m back in my room, now looking in the pants I had on yesterday…still no keys.
Sort of…kinda…because now I have no idea where they are.
I circle back downstairs for another search with no new results…ok, now I look in the van, I know it’s locked but hopefully without the keys…they’re not in there.
I take a break and stand still to breath, and think.
Last ditch effort, I go back to my room and search other clothing I had on yesterday. I lift the sweatshirt I had on, and crumbled it in my hands trying to feel the keys with no success.
I drop the sweatshirt on the floor and….clunk. ???? I pick it up and lo and behold they are in the front pocket. i was wondering why I couldn’t feel them. If I hadn’t drop that shirt on the floor, I would have missed it.
But most importantly, I found the keys in an unfamiliar piece of clothing. I’m really particular about certain things and my keys are one of them. If they’re not in my hands, they are in my pockets. I don’t like laying my keys down, even in familiar settings.
So lesson learned here is to stick to the routine…it works for me… because I hate asking this question….
The strange part is that the original plan was for the wife and son to get there own place. Now all of that has changed. Now, Charles and Darcel will be getting there own place and the wife and son will be moving in with me.
This is where it get’s interesting. Ever since we knew the move was on we had been talking and getting things rolling. But we didn’t know until 2 days ago that they would be moving in with me.
I’m ok with the move, it’s just gonna be kinda weird, neither one of us has brought up reconciliation and this is a three bedroom. I think that was the one thing that was mentioned….by me.
Yes, I am wondering if this is the time for talk. Is it something I can avoid if I so choose. Being in close quarters it’s bound to happen…don’t you think?
Since I have finished my required education many years ago, The world has become my classroom and society is my textbook. When I wake up in the morning, Class has begun.
No matter how I prepare myself for the day, mentally, physically, emotionally, I will learn something. I will learn to control my anger when I may not want to at that time. I will see things that I have seen time and time again, but hopefully with appreciation.
Sometimes the textbook is hard to understand and I may not always find the answers to questions right away. I don’t always have pleasant learning experiences, but I am learning.
Class changes without giving notice, sometimes it is welcomed, sometimes the change frustrates, but I move on and continue to learn. Class allows me to make my own decisions and I have to live with the outcome. Yes, some good, some bad.
There are times when Class can be so overbearing, and I wish I didn’t have to attend, and the textbook can be very cruel, but I’m in it and while in it, I choose to learn and to get the most out of it.
Am I better because of it? I’d like to think so. This is our world, and it is, World Class.