I am a different person now that our house has miraculously enlarged and cleared over the past ten days (is it only ten days?!). All work paraphernalia is out of the bedrooms, and the spare room has three bookcases, a table and one chair.
Downstairs the new enlarged laundry room is taking shape, I have shelves up, my workroom, my tools, a huge mess out on the deck (yesterday the sewage pump had a crisis and I had to clear the little yard leading to it of a LOT of stacked wood ready for the winter). It all looks like Tempe Tip again, and I had it so bare and beautiful… Add in the new lumber and paint I collected yesterday and it is a far cry from my vision – the deck is taking the hit for the rampant serenity and order elsewhere. And my sheeting has arrived! all two thousand metres of it, fitting beautifully into the laundry hall.
I spent yesterday afternoon cutting until I could cut no more, then we celebrated with lobster and steak in Sausalito and a coldish bath (I hadn’t re-lit the gas pilots until five o’clock). It feels so good to get the sawdust, cobwebs and plaster out of my hair.
I feel my body is mine again, is it all the exercise, carrying, stairs? Most certainly fitter, should keep it up.