AGH! HELP ME FIND IT CARL JUNG!
I’ve been doing pretty well until today. The floor has been torn up and being refinished in the living room and I’ve been pretty patient considering but today it has started to take it’s toll.
The angst is showing up in impatient words and the strong need to nap rather than cope with the claustrophobia.
I am not a total ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) kind of person. My tolerance of a house full of antiques – aka clutter – is testimony to that. I don’t like dusting and have almost given up on cleaning the trinkets. I could do with less of it and be much happier but I’m fairly content most of the time.
This week however the living room has moved itself into the dining room. The stairs are half covered all the way to the top with books and the plants are impinging on the sun room. Only the upstairs and the kitchen are free of the clutter. It is hard work keeping them clutter free because there is no room to put anything in it’s proper place. Because of the piles of things in the dining room, which is central in the house, there is almost no place to go that I am not faced with a mess.
On top of this the renovations have infringed on our well established routines. It is normal for the TV to be on at supper time while we watch the news. Daily Planet is the TV fare while the kitchen gets cleaned up from supper. Now, supper has been relegated to the sun room and we haven’t seen the news in a week. (I’m sure you would tell me if something important happened.)
We have two TVs in the house and the second is in our bedroom which is also known as Peg’s Den because I usually land there in the evening in the old lazy boy to read. crochet and watch a show or two. My sweet partner on the other hand, usually watches TV in the living room. Perhaps I should say the TV watches him because most of the shows are watched from behind closed eyelids. Who would watch those shows if they were awake. “River Monsters”, “Moonshiners”, “Ice Road Truckers” – REALLY!
But now my little piece of sanctuary has also been invaded. The guy on the bed is watching his shows until he slips into his d firmly in his grasp. When I take it he will undoubtedly wake with protests of, “I was watching that”, but too bad, it’s my turn.
Today insult was added to injury with the application of chemicals (stain and linseed) to the wood. Now the smell which is beginning to play games with the asthma is also sending me to the medicine chest for Tylenol.
The next time we have a major renovation around here I will have to make sure it is late spring or summer so I can live on the patio and sleep in the hammock.