I know I whined and moaned about wanting to go back home. I couldn't wait. Was impatient and antsy all in one and now that I'm home I wonder when it will start feeling like home. Right now I'm getting that rental vibe. Maybe because I don't have much to put on the walls and they look so bare. Or, maybe, because it is so clean and clutter free. Well, for me clutter free. Right now I have things that need to be put away but nothing to put them in but I should be getting my IKEA stuff soon.
Having been in the house for so long, almost 30 years, there was a real mish mosh look to what I fondly referred to as decoratig. There was no rhyme or reason, nothing matched stuff I made was everywhere. Now I find myself matching stuff and I wonder if I'm channeling the Stepford neighbors from the rental house.
For instance... my bedroom is a pale moss green. My sheets match the walls, the comforter on top has a white background with a loose stylized leaf design. Some leaves match the walls other are beige to match the floor. The woodwork is white, as if the book case and the dresser will be white as well. I found matching green valances at the dollar store and these crazy vines with fuzzy green leaves, clear crystals and a hint of lavender. I obught myself a table at pier one to use as a night stand with a clear top and the base is metal branches with leaves and a small bird perched on one branch. I'm even getting a white decal to use as a head board that carries through the leaf and branch theme. I'm starting to scare myself. I never had anything match anything before and now I find myself bothered by the fact that one bath mat in the bathroom doesn't match the other rug by the sink and the towels. Heaven forfend!!! I think I need to go lie down.
The best next door neighbor in the world gave me some cute ceramics that will grace the top of my cabinets, now that I have a stepstool, only the tops of the cabinets are recessed and I now need to find a slat of wood or something to raise them so I can enjoy the look of them. I have put some of my polymer clay people I saved as well a a few smaller knick knacks on the kitchen windowsill and JOsh actually told me that he liked the way I was decorating the kitchen. I guess my little clay people are a reminder of home how it used to be.
Meanwhile the dogs are having a pisser of a time in the yard. The deck is coming along but the rain has stiopped work on that..
Speaking of work. The workmen I have encountered during this take as much pride in their work as they would if they were building their own home and not one for a stranger. I've noticed little touches like a soap dispenser in the kitchen sink, the pull down lights over the breakfast bar, the marvelous sump pump. I know we all hear of horror stories about contractors but I am thrilled with my guys and the job they are doing. So, I suppose all around I did get lucky.
Now if Michael has the same luck at court tomorrow all will be well.
That's it for As the Head Whirls.
Showing posts with label house fire. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Stuffity stuff stuff
Survived another rainy weekend in the rental house. When am I going to start calling it home? I need to get some of that poster tack stuff so I can start hanging things on my craft room wall in the hopes of making it feel like mine. As for the rest of the house, I hate to admit it, it's just too damned CLEAN! The only clutter is on the dining room table and it really isn't clutter. I;m working on a puzzle, I drop my purse there and there is a stack of carryout menus that we haven't thought of a better place to stash them.
This house is bare. The kitchen could hold a narrow table but doesn't. We have counters and appliances including a microwave but that's it. I have two pot and the frying pan from hell... I swear that even water would stick to that pan. Silverware of course and cooking utensils and when I stuck two butterfly magnets on the silvery fridge door, I stood staring at them as if I were in a museum someplace and they were Monets.
The dining room has a long table (the leaf is in) and started with six chairs. One went downstairs into Josh's room, one upstairs to the craft room. That's it. Table, chairs, my purse and a pile of menus. That's it. One piece of art on the wall, no curtains. Oh there's an area rug. Beige and a dog chew bone.
The living room is a sofa and a love seat, two end table with lamps (one doesn't work) a coffee table and the tv. Small screen on a low cabinet. No curtains, beige rug. I have managed to collect 3 plants and saved from the wreckage this wierd beaded figure made from garden mesh, with wire arms, polymer clay head and woven with a boatload of beads. It's small but it's mine.
Oh and one piece of art on the wall. Upstairs the bathroom is a bathroom. I've added a sea shell I saved from the wreckage and this cute mini toilet eraser set from Michaels. And on the back of the toilet another Michael's find a glass flower bowl/candle holder with strawberry scented crystals in it. There is a shower curtain... white and black towel and white towels and a rug on the floor. That's it.
Small bedroom has a twin sized bed in it a chest one night table and a beige rug.
Big bedroom a queensized bed one nighttable. I had to trade in my dresser for Josh to get a recliner in the basement. Luckily there are built in drawers in the large closets. No curtains in either bed room but there are plastic shades that do nothing to keep the sun out.
Small bedroom is painted beige, big bedroom, terracotta and the craft room a sort of orange. The craft room holds a tv on the other nightstand from the big bedroom a narrow table I got at a thrift store and the dining room chair. it has a closet with a sloped floor that makes it impossible to store things in so I have piles lining the wall, and two book cases of wire that I retrieved from the wreckage. The craft room has a particular smokey funk to it.
The basement aka Josh's room has a queen sized bed, a beige rug, beige recliner, a ches, tv and two night stands. Again no curtains.
Thee are polymer clay people who mostly survived the fire sitting on the splash board of the kitchen sink and two knick knacks that I saved. I'm still unpacking stuff I saved and stashed int he yard at home. We are bringing that over slowly one day at a time so I don't know what other knick knacks I'll find. Hopefully something bright and cheery. I wanted some begonias and or geraniums for the window sills as well but they aren't in the stores yet so I'll have to wait.
I really don't want to buy curtains for this house when I'll have to buy curtains for home. Insurance will not be giving us any more money until we right up the lists of things lost. Try it sometimes. Pick a room and list every little thing in it from memory. You'll be surprised at how hard it is.
As for clothes I have a pair of shorts and 3 shirts for summer and only a little more for the cooler days. I tried hitting thrift stoeres but some of their stuff is more expensive than Walmart. I miss Goodwill with their clothes by the pound areas where I bought an entire winter of sweaters and turtlenecks for myself for a whopping $7!
Well.... I am supposed to be working but can't concentrate. Haven't been able to since the fire with so much stuff swirling in my head and prozac now making me sick to my stomach so I've not been taking it and mellow no longer describes anything in my life.
LOve to all. me
This house is bare. The kitchen could hold a narrow table but doesn't. We have counters and appliances including a microwave but that's it. I have two pot and the frying pan from hell... I swear that even water would stick to that pan. Silverware of course and cooking utensils and when I stuck two butterfly magnets on the silvery fridge door, I stood staring at them as if I were in a museum someplace and they were Monets.
The dining room has a long table (the leaf is in) and started with six chairs. One went downstairs into Josh's room, one upstairs to the craft room. That's it. Table, chairs, my purse and a pile of menus. That's it. One piece of art on the wall, no curtains. Oh there's an area rug. Beige and a dog chew bone.
The living room is a sofa and a love seat, two end table with lamps (one doesn't work) a coffee table and the tv. Small screen on a low cabinet. No curtains, beige rug. I have managed to collect 3 plants and saved from the wreckage this wierd beaded figure made from garden mesh, with wire arms, polymer clay head and woven with a boatload of beads. It's small but it's mine.
Oh and one piece of art on the wall. Upstairs the bathroom is a bathroom. I've added a sea shell I saved from the wreckage and this cute mini toilet eraser set from Michaels. And on the back of the toilet another Michael's find a glass flower bowl/candle holder with strawberry scented crystals in it. There is a shower curtain... white and black towel and white towels and a rug on the floor. That's it.
Small bedroom has a twin sized bed in it a chest one night table and a beige rug.
Big bedroom a queensized bed one nighttable. I had to trade in my dresser for Josh to get a recliner in the basement. Luckily there are built in drawers in the large closets. No curtains in either bed room but there are plastic shades that do nothing to keep the sun out.
Small bedroom is painted beige, big bedroom, terracotta and the craft room a sort of orange. The craft room holds a tv on the other nightstand from the big bedroom a narrow table I got at a thrift store and the dining room chair. it has a closet with a sloped floor that makes it impossible to store things in so I have piles lining the wall, and two book cases of wire that I retrieved from the wreckage. The craft room has a particular smokey funk to it.
The basement aka Josh's room has a queen sized bed, a beige rug, beige recliner, a ches, tv and two night stands. Again no curtains.
Thee are polymer clay people who mostly survived the fire sitting on the splash board of the kitchen sink and two knick knacks that I saved. I'm still unpacking stuff I saved and stashed int he yard at home. We are bringing that over slowly one day at a time so I don't know what other knick knacks I'll find. Hopefully something bright and cheery. I wanted some begonias and or geraniums for the window sills as well but they aren't in the stores yet so I'll have to wait.
I really don't want to buy curtains for this house when I'll have to buy curtains for home. Insurance will not be giving us any more money until we right up the lists of things lost. Try it sometimes. Pick a room and list every little thing in it from memory. You'll be surprised at how hard it is.
As for clothes I have a pair of shorts and 3 shirts for summer and only a little more for the cooler days. I tried hitting thrift stoeres but some of their stuff is more expensive than Walmart. I miss Goodwill with their clothes by the pound areas where I bought an entire winter of sweaters and turtlenecks for myself for a whopping $7!
Well.... I am supposed to be working but can't concentrate. Haven't been able to since the fire with so much stuff swirling in my head and prozac now making me sick to my stomach so I've not been taking it and mellow no longer describes anything in my life.
LOve to all. me
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
An OB sort of life
Thinking of all that has happened lately has gotten me to thinking. Somehow, it makes perfect sense to this Oddz Bodkinz kind of life of mine that my house would burn. Really now, anything less would have been, well, abnormal. Remember I am the one who nearly died from mumps, measles and scarlet fever all inflicted at the same time when I was only an infant. Then there is the crochet hook up my spine at 2, the spectacular flight from the back of a nasty horse that had to kick me on my way to the ground.
In my adult... I nearly said grown up... life there was the bank robbery The one I was in as head teller with a gun at her head. The convulsion during labor which resulted in an emergency c-section. The attack of ghe furious mother pig who insisted on laying on her piglets and didn't like my interference. Let's not forget two old farts chasing ban robbers... onto.... ta da house fire.
I must admit that it all seems so very improbable. I remember standing by the fence watching that ugly yellow smoke oozing out of every nook and cranny and thinking that it looked like a scene from hell and yet it didn't seem to affect me. I had just taken my nightly meds when the husband woke me and sent me next door but even then why was I so nonchalant? Again it's oddz bodkinz kind of things.
It is now slowly settling in and I think of some treasure and my heart breaks. Oddly the treasures I think of aren't worth a hell of a lot, if anything at all. Today while looking through a drawer I rescued from the pile of junk to be carted away, I found this small ceramic dog that I named Petey a life time ago. 44 years ago, in fact, when I bought him at a local Woolworth's. You would have thought I had found my weight in gold instead of a pooch with a broken toe. Still, something else will pop into my mind reminding me of what I lost and then I need to take myself away, hide away so that no one knows that I am crying. If I cry I'm told that I shouldn't because it could have been worse and my dogs or cats or sons could have burned to death. Thank you but the pain doesn't seem to pay much attention to it.
I found a cache of poly clay people that I made and who ended up smokey and a bit stained. Oh how I need those smiling little faces looking up at me. I have set up my craft room but it tends to depress me because it's not MY craft room, not my house. All I want to do is go home... only it sits so broken and alone.
I do try to look at the best. We all got out. We'll have a practicly new house but I'm 60 so big spit. How long will I have in the so called new house? Five years?
And to put cap on it ll mu younger son now refuses to have anything to do with me because I facebooked about the fire before contacting him. I tried to explain that my phone was on the kitchen table and I hadn't grabbed it going out the door, I don't know anyone's number because my phone was programmed so once the neighbor called the fire department I asked her son if he had younger son's number. He didn't so he face booked friends asking for it only no one answered. He then face booked again mentioning the fire and then he got my son's number. He called to tell him but got only voice mail. In the meantime, I had emailed younger son and when we still had not heard from him, I put it on facebook hoping that someone he was with would see it and tell him.
Well when son finally showed up, he was furious with me and would not forgive me that I didn't know his number. MIdway through cursing me out, my neighbor stepped in and son left.and has not spoken to me since. He's even buying a house that I have not seen and I doubt that I will. I don't want to intrude so I'll have to wait for an invitation. That I doubt I 'll get. I swear I don't know what people want from me can't they just cut me some slack and accept me the way I am? Flaws and all. I guess in this oddz bodkinz life I shouldn't be surprised that my son has disowned me.
WHo nows what will happen next. Stay tuned. I bet it'll be a doozy.
In my adult... I nearly said grown up... life there was the bank robbery The one I was in as head teller with a gun at her head. The convulsion during labor which resulted in an emergency c-section. The attack of ghe furious mother pig who insisted on laying on her piglets and didn't like my interference. Let's not forget two old farts chasing ban robbers... onto.... ta da house fire.
I must admit that it all seems so very improbable. I remember standing by the fence watching that ugly yellow smoke oozing out of every nook and cranny and thinking that it looked like a scene from hell and yet it didn't seem to affect me. I had just taken my nightly meds when the husband woke me and sent me next door but even then why was I so nonchalant? Again it's oddz bodkinz kind of things.
It is now slowly settling in and I think of some treasure and my heart breaks. Oddly the treasures I think of aren't worth a hell of a lot, if anything at all. Today while looking through a drawer I rescued from the pile of junk to be carted away, I found this small ceramic dog that I named Petey a life time ago. 44 years ago, in fact, when I bought him at a local Woolworth's. You would have thought I had found my weight in gold instead of a pooch with a broken toe. Still, something else will pop into my mind reminding me of what I lost and then I need to take myself away, hide away so that no one knows that I am crying. If I cry I'm told that I shouldn't because it could have been worse and my dogs or cats or sons could have burned to death. Thank you but the pain doesn't seem to pay much attention to it.
I found a cache of poly clay people that I made and who ended up smokey and a bit stained. Oh how I need those smiling little faces looking up at me. I have set up my craft room but it tends to depress me because it's not MY craft room, not my house. All I want to do is go home... only it sits so broken and alone.
I do try to look at the best. We all got out. We'll have a practicly new house but I'm 60 so big spit. How long will I have in the so called new house? Five years?
And to put cap on it ll mu younger son now refuses to have anything to do with me because I facebooked about the fire before contacting him. I tried to explain that my phone was on the kitchen table and I hadn't grabbed it going out the door, I don't know anyone's number because my phone was programmed so once the neighbor called the fire department I asked her son if he had younger son's number. He didn't so he face booked friends asking for it only no one answered. He then face booked again mentioning the fire and then he got my son's number. He called to tell him but got only voice mail. In the meantime, I had emailed younger son and when we still had not heard from him, I put it on facebook hoping that someone he was with would see it and tell him.
Well when son finally showed up, he was furious with me and would not forgive me that I didn't know his number. MIdway through cursing me out, my neighbor stepped in and son left.and has not spoken to me since. He's even buying a house that I have not seen and I doubt that I will. I don't want to intrude so I'll have to wait for an invitation. That I doubt I 'll get. I swear I don't know what people want from me can't they just cut me some slack and accept me the way I am? Flaws and all. I guess in this oddz bodkinz life I shouldn't be surprised that my son has disowned me.
WHo nows what will happen next. Stay tuned. I bet it'll be a doozy.
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