And then there's this: the ceiling demolition has begun, behind closed bedroom doors at the end of the hall.
|View into our bedroom: one of three rooms where ceilings are coming down. Shudder.|
Today is Friday, my cleaning day. I can't clean with all of this going on (the noise in here is brain-rattling); those of you who know me will understand that this provides a great deal of anxiety, that, plus the fact that the bedroom furniture (minus our bed) is temporarily living in the family room. Oh, my. Chaos reigns. Hmmm... whose idea was this? This is my coping mechanism: breathing in, breathing out. One. Day. At. A. Time. I can't bear to think about how long this dust manufacturing process will go on, once this is done the hardwood floors will require sanding and refinishing! (Actually, this makes those silly scented trash bags seem like a trivial matter.) I am focusing on the positive now, the flood didn't occur anywhere near my sewing space; Hannes and I are hanging out in here today, this room has never been cleaner or better organized. And that, my friends, was my MY idea!
Life is Good!