I never really have moved in since we came to the house. My lighting hasn’t worked, never did get my pirate hat hung up, I’m using a child’s coathanging rig on the back of my door to hang adult clothing (it drags on the carpet) and the walls have gotten dusty, of all things. Plus I am so jealous of Jane being able to put her chair where she can directly look out the window at the pond.

I mentioned this, and Jane, out of the goodness of her heart, and the fact I described my room as a Rubik’s cube…Jane has a unique gift for looking at pieces and fitting them into a box. Which kinda describes my room. So she came in, stared at it a while, noted the abundant dust and got: 2 swiffers, the vacuum, drill bits, drill, screwdrivers, and various bits and bobs. We started moving fragiles, (many) then the furniture. I ditched one piece of my furniture, and another, and then we started moving the heavy stuff, like the platform bed. We vacuumed. We picked up stuff. We moved stuff. We dusted everything. I went out and got the clippers for two branches of the flowering quince that blocked my view of the pond, and voila! view!

It actually looks like a room, not a dumping ground. Jane worked herself near sick on it, and I helped, but not as much as she did. She put up my nautical pictures, she helped me hang the pirate hat where it belongs, and we cleaned out my closet and got the door put back on…I tell you it has been sad, my premises. But I always said, someday, and Jane just declared this was some day.

I never would have thought of where the furniture ended up, and what we need now are two little end tables from Walmart that will help me control the paper monster. One of the two wicker drawer dressers is directly in front of my new workstation (read: favorite comfy chair facing the pond); and I am clearing drawers to use for office things. Plus I can scoot the laptop under the dresser to protect it when not in use.