Do you, like us, have a lot of remote controls? We had eight – hard to believe and very confusing, but we counted them.
You have to bear in mind that we are technology-oriented – when they were little, the children though it normal to have a television studio and four humming floors of studios downstairs – Cissy once was chastised in Show and Tell for saying we had a tiger at our place yesterday… but that was long ago, in the wilds of Soho, far from this gentle backwater. However we still have things which need amplifiers, and complicated wiring behind the planked walls and driftwood furniture. Not just a simple shack, oh no!
So on Monday, smack bang in the middle of two complicated jobs with deadlines (his jobs not mine), Stefan came positively dancing into my workroom, “We’re going to have racks! A Machine room! All the machines under the coffee table will be gone! All the wires!” And I was very interested, mainly because my beautiful painted floor is quite delicate, and there are four machines on the lower deck of the coffee table so dragging it backwards and forwards to get at the router is nerve-wracking.
This rewire involves unglamorous things like ducts (my department), and finding space for the machine rack in his office and clearing it out, which he went at with a will which was pretty to see…taking intricate plugs apart and putting them back (my department), and knowing where the damn things actually go (his department).
So, what is the end result? We no longer have a guddle of wires and machines in the living room, nor eight remotes – just a master control plus one for the video projector, so my pretty ‘remote’ basket will be half empty. Ten days ago we cancelled satellite, our landline, Netflix Super, XM, and a couple of subscriptions and got a cleaner, Roku and Hulu instead. Twenty albums of photos are going heavenwards into our own little cloud, all our music is on iTunes so when I have the nerve I’ll donate our CDs. Same for most DVDs.
In my familiar corner of the World of Blog we tend to chat animatedly about photos, textures, flowers, roomscapes, gardens, and doing extreme things to found furniture, but under it, like drains, is an unmentioned infrastructure holding up all the pretty. Some bloggers are wonderful photographers, some are artists, some brilliant communicators- some really can write, some have an amazing eye, and some just have enormous loving hearts. What we have in common is the daily Resistance Movement against chaos and clutter which distracts us from things near and dear, or far and fascinating. Simplifying helps.
Pauline, are you proud of me?
See Stefan’s version.