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playing "musical rooms" at my house. This is similar to
the children's game of "musical chairs" in which
everyone switches chairs while the music plays. I made the
"brilliant" decision about a month ago to change my
house around. The living room was the largest room in the house,
but seldom used at all, so I decided to change that situation.
I always really hate the musical chairs game as a child because
someone was left with no chair when the music stopped, and that
child was out of the game. I'm finding that playing musical rooms
is almost the same thing as playing musical chairs.
Let the games begin.
The office will become my daughter's bedroom. Her bedroom will
become my grandson's bedroom. The living room will become the
media room. But, just like in musical chairs, we seem to be one
room short. When the music stopped, I no longer had a living room
-- unless you consider the attic the living room since that is
where all my furniture is, except the hutch, which is now in the
kitchen, one end of which has become the dining room.
I knew moving rooms around was going to be bad, but I didn't
realize just how bad. It is almost like moving from one home to
another except I'm packing and unpacking all at the same time.
Nothing is in the same place and a new place has to be found for
almost everything. I spent the evening yesterday figuring out what
to do with all the leftover items, and tripping over topsy-turvy
computer cables in an upside-down house.
Furthermore, my house is full of strangers. The TV people came on
Saturday to move the television connections. The phone company
came yesterday to put in a new phone jack. The cable company came
to move the Internet connection. I still have to get movers to
move some of the heavy things to the attic that we can't budge and
probably a handy man. The pictures are all the wrong places. That
means patching the nail holes and touching up the paint.
My grandson's room is hopeless. It will have to be repainted. He
has selected orange as the color choice he wants. Never ask an
eight-year-old what color to paint a room. I feel like I'm living
in a Dr. Suess story. Mr. Brown is upside down and everything else
Is the ceiling fan on the floor? We didn't move the bathroom, did
we? Thank goodness the refrigerator is still in the same place,
And the furniture for my grandson's room, which is now in the
attic, can stay there until the movers come.
It is hard trying to carry on with normal life in the middle of
all the chaos. People have to eat, sleep, take a shower once in a
while, and go to work. The normal tasks are hard to do because we
are too busy dealing with the abnormal ones.
At least it is only temporary. Actually, the living. er.. media
room didn't look too bad this morning. It will just take some
getting used to. I still feel as if I am living in someone else's
house, though. I'm trying hard not to think about it right now as
I might loose my sanity completely. I'm already having nightmares
about the Cat in the Hat.
Please stop the music while paint I the bedroom orange.
Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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