House Calls

+1+

Our new backyard was on the way home to my house from Timekode. Shelley and I snuck in and sat on the little bench and looked up at the surprising number of stars. We marvelled how private it was, how quiet, and how lucky we were that the trees surrounding us were in other people's yards. Well, maybe that last part was me.

The backyard is something I hadn't thought of appreciating. Dunno why. Just thought it was nice there was one and that there wasn't too much grass.

But sitting back there in the very dark, talking about barbecues and gardening and flowering bushes? It felt like my heart grew three sizes.

+2+

The next day we'd finagled another visit inside. I wanted to measure stuff, to judge how much cleaning I was going to have to do before moving in, how much painting after. Shelley, ditto, her house.

Funny thing - I'm moving from a one bedroom apartment to a two bedroom house, and I think I'm going to have to get rid of a fair amount of stuff. There's no room for a kitchen table, for instance, and my kitchen table is no shrinking violet of a kitchen table, willing to sit unobtrusively in a back corner.

The upshot of all this is that I felt re-energized for the Getting Shit Done Project. Spent some time with my financial spreadsheets this morning, some time with the fish tank this afternoon. Packed away some winter clothes and bedding. Spent some time in the basement, piles and other piles: wha?, garage sale, organize this later.