Yesterday morning this tired old body woke up to a newly painted living room that looked like the above. And a basement that looked like the below.
And Lisa realized that the painters had failed to paint the short ceiling above the couch and the hallway ceiling. My eyes didn’t pick up on this. Lisa made the call knowing that our new living room furniture was being delivered yesterday afternoon.
Well our painters were so obliging that the owner himself came over immendiately and painted the ceilings in about an hour. I’m guessing that the last crew gave him the heads up on Lisa.
Anyway, yesterday morning for me was spent single handedly moving the very large and heavy furniture from the upstairs living room to the basement living room using a donkey narrow back and a handtruck. Each piece had to be squeezed out the over sized front (coffin) door off the porch, around the side and then down the hill then wrestled through a much smaller sliding door and into the basement living room.
I posted a video of just one of those trips.
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/17K1ys7hK7/
But ultimately I got it all moved into place downstairs.
Which, after I brought in a ladder and rehung the higher art, left the upstairs looking like this.
That last shot with a replacement of my favorite painting of ghost horses including Mr. Rogers – my DIL Georgie painted it for me after Mr. Rogers passed – by Lisa’s expensive acquisition that goes better with the new decor.
It’s okay, my painting joined me in my slightly used refurbished and very comfortable underworld.
Well, after the old furniture was shifted and all of the switch and outlet covers were replaced (so many) the new furniture arrived. Luckily, the two men were able to carry each piece through the same path I had forged to empty the place.
And in no time at all, Smokey and Bandit were back in their new/old spots.
So, I’m really hoping that Lisa has no more large projects in mind.
But there is no rest for the wicked, and I have all of my outside chores left to attend to on this purported day of rest.
I just have to talk my cramping back and legs into pushing that wheelbarrow.
Well, I better get to it, before Lisa finds something else for me to do.
She never comes out to the barn.
I hope you fine, five readers have your weekly moment of peace. You’ve earned it.
And no matter what esle we get up to, let us make today a great one.
3 Responses
You are so creative with your choice and use of words.
From now on, my basement is the underworld. 😂
I feel your pain. In the past 5 weeks, periodically, we have had a painter working on the exterior of the house and on my separate office, a carpenter working on the house, the office and a separate garage, and a garage door installer, and a landscaper. Plus, three dead trees removed. I hope it is over for a while. Maybe apartment living isn’t all that bad.