Probably because I went to bed early last night. I was really surprised to wake up and find that I had slept until almost 5:30. Beloved was working on his sacrament talk when I went to bed (he was on a roll, and I know how that is, so we had family prayer in the kitchen, and I came in here and pulled the covers over my head.) He tells me that he was up, typing and editing, until about 1:00, and that I was out like a light.
I vaguely remember waking up a few times to roll over, but no TMJ issues, and I hit the floor running this morning. The two bookcases that I moved into the studio earlier this week? They are now across the room, in the corner, looking very much as I envisioned them. There is enough space in that corner for me to install my two-headed floor lamp, assuming it still works after the move. The top has a definite subluxation, but I can jiggle everything back in place, and as long as the wiring is unharmed that may end up being the corner where I set up my spinning wheel, after I buy a new one.
I played a lot of Tetris with boxes this morning. I moved a dozen or so Rubbermaid storage tubs, all of them more than once, in order to clear paths for one thing and another. I manhandled ~ I guess that should be ma’amhandled ~ the long bookcase that Brother Sushi helped me to build, around a sharp corner and through the end of a narrow hallway into my studio (the thing is at least six feet long, probably longer, but I wasn’t about to stop shoving and dragging long enough to find out if my tape measure is in my toolbox where it belongs) and along the wall where those two bookcases had been.
I retrieved my narrow red bookcase from the dining room closet where Beloved had tucked it. It is now in the first corner (the one I worked on last weekend) between the armoire and the seriously fancy bookcase, with the tall plant stand in that corner between the bookcases and Mehitabel (my dress form) on top of that.
There are actually a few books on shelves. All of the Rubbermaid tubs are back in my studio, stacked in two or three towers, and the two-headed lamp is closer to where I want it to end up.
My left leg is rigid with lymph from about four inches above the ankle, but I cannot help thinking that all the walking, lifting, etc., is good for me. I do know how to lift things properly (a lasting blessing from having been married to a chiropractor, above and beyond knowing how to spell subluxation, and what it means), so my back is in no danger.
We will be heading over to Mel and Squishy’s in about an hour and a half, and then the four of us are heading up to Farmersville to explore the antique shops and the yarn shop. More walking, which will be good for me, lunch at a restaurant the kids like, and excellent company.
Right now, Beloved is fixing breakfast. We had a few stalks of asparagus leftover from dinner, and he is chopping that up, adding some cubed ham from the freezer (leftover from our honeymoon; we were pretty seriously hammed-out by the end of that week), and some soft goat cheese that we need to use up. Omelettes, woohoo! I have definitely earned mine this morning.
When we get home this afternoon or this evening, after dinner or a nap or both, I will start putting books in the bookshelves. That will open up the hallway and get rid of a dozen or more small boxes.
I found a box with some of my clothing. I found another box with stuff that Beloved scooped off the floor in my bedroom at the duplex, stuff that had fallen off the fallow side of the bed and was happily composting until we had to move it. I foresee a lot of laundry over the next few days. I also foresee being able to wear different clothing to work next week than my co-workers have seen me in for the past month and a half.
The skirt I ordered from CJBanks, an emporium I hadn’t heard of until last Sunday, arrived at work yesterday. It is just the sort of crazy wonderful classic with a twist item that I love to wear. Longish skirt, stretch lace overprinted with cream and grey and black, multipaneled, with a petal hem. Remember the skirts from the 70’s, where each panel was shaped roughly like an apostrophe, and the skirt swirled like mad when you walked, and it was perfect for dancing? A modified version of that. So I am over the moon. Beloved likes it, too. It’s the teensiest bit shiny, and he likes that it’s lace, but is a little disappointed that it is lined (he’s such a boy). It seems to be very well made, which it should, as originally it was $65.50, and I got it for $9.99 and free shipping. Feeling mighty good about that. Now I just need to find my black top to go with it, or see if the new spot remover will take the stain out of my cream short-sleeved tee that I had put in the cut-up-for-doll-clothes pile, assuming I didn’t already take the scissors to it. But I think I saw it in a box earlier this week. Will check on that, after breakfast.
Crazy-hungry. And my head is a little stuffed up from all the dust of unpacking boxes and shoving furniture, so my nose can’t tell me if there are promising scents wafting my way from the kitchen. But there are promising sounds.
P.S. Found the charger for my camera batteries. Really jazzed about that.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!