Not much going on at all, and I just putter about, thinking I should be doing something useful but not doing it any way. There is more than enough to do; but then isn’t that the point of 21st century life that we all always have so much to do that there is never enough time to do nothing?
I revel in nothing. Well, not exactly true either, but I do revel in these days when G goes off to work. Often Tuesday is a very busy day, but sometimes it is just a puttering day. Today was a puttering type of day. I was happy to have no one in the house, mine all mine. What is this leaning of mine toward the solitary life? Oh I don’t want to lead a solitary life all the time, I adore my husband and I adore his company. But I seriously doubt there is anyone I would want to see all day every day. I like spending time alone far too much for that.
So today, what happened? Not much. I puttered with the computer. I made bean soup. I cleaned out a closet, unearthing a few things I hadn’t thought about for a long time. I am taking the small closet that was my original master-bedroom closet and turning it into the shoe closet. The shoes are being moved. Right now they are on the floor of my sewing room in all their glorious excess, where I moved them after the sewing room closet shelves collapsed — oh I didn’t tell you about that. Well the shelves collapsed. Blame the woodpeckers, pecked right through the beams. Thought they were building a condo with a Hudson river view. Foiled. But they took the support for my shelves with them (not to mention the roof). More repair bills.
The shoes aren’t the only homeless possessions. There is fabric piled up everywhere. I can’t even sew it up because there is no place to work since the contents of the closet are piled on every available surface.
Having emptied one closet I moved on to a second, the bedroom closet mentioned above. I found my college journals — amateur sophomoric musings and adolescent angst. But amusing at times. There are still a few things to move, I have not been efficient with these occasional forays down memory lane. Once the closet is empty I might as well paint it before putting up new shelves and moving the shoes to their new home. What color shall it be? pale green? I will probably use some color currently existing in the basement inventory. Let it be a surprise.