Or "cramming" as my dad called it. It's amazing at how I've managed to scoot things around on my shelves to fit everything in, and / or find room for more stuff. I'm sure, over the next few weeks, I'll keep improving it. Some things I know I have to go through again and redo, like some of the Sterilite plastic drawers I bought for the pantry. Some of them have become catchalls, albeit similar item catchalls.
I'm down to a few boxes to do; 2 and a half are my CDs, and then I'm down to some boxes that contain things that I have no idea about where to put them. I'm hoping a storage unit in the building opens up soon, as I do have some boxes I know need to go there -- like the big Roughneck one I got for my Christmas decorations and paper, as well as my flattened boxes. I guess those could go under my bed, but I'd prefer not to. That attracts too much dust and makes easy homes for spiders.
Speaking of them, I have three garden spiders on my terrace -- one that was already there when I moved in, and two that have happily made their homes in my plants. I also found two inside; one I scooped up in a glass and put in one of my bamboo plants, and the other disappeared as I tried to do the same for it. For all I know, it was the same one.
But at least all the pictures are up. In my old unit, I had a long wall where I had a bunch of family photos up; I have a similar wall in my new unit, but it's shorter, and I had to forgo about 5 or 6 photos.
I did manage to find homes for most of my other pictures; funnily enough, I now have a spot in my bedroom that's crying out for something. But I don't know what. I did see a nice print at Fred Meyer last night that might work, so perhaps I'll check it out when I go back for food tomorrow.
I also changed out most of the light bulbs. When I used the bathroom all weekend, I was pleased by how bright it was -- but when I went to put on my makeup on Tuesday, I discovered it was too bright. My features were totally washed out, and I couldn't see what I was doing with the eye shadow. I discovered they had two 100-watt bulbs in the lights, making the lighting more akin to an interrogation setting than one for personal grooming. In opposition, the kitchen was actually too dim.
I went to Fred's and got new lights -- for the bathroom I got nice GE Reveal bulbs (they give the full spectrum of light) to total 100 watts over the sink which is what I found to be just right for that area; they didn't have 50-watt bulbs, so I had to put in one 60-watt and one 40-watt. I also replaced one of the bathroom floodlights with a 65-watt Reveal light. It's much nicer, and allows for a much better set up for eyeshadow application.
In the kitchen, I changed out the two 65-watt standard flood lights for two 125 watt ones. It's much brighter in there now; I'm going to do the same for the four chandelier lights in the ceiling fan. There's supposed to be 60-watt bulbs in them but they used 40-watt. It's too dim.
I also changed out the 75-watt bulb out on the terrace for a 200-watt Reveal bulb. It's nice and bright and evenly-lit now when it's dark. I was working out there last night, and it was easy to see, plus I can also sit out there and read.
My system finally shut down night Tuesday night; I had a long dream about traveling and not being able to breathe due to a head cold, and when I suddenly awoke around 5 am, I discovered I was lying in bed, wheezing in my chest and with cement packed into my sinuses.
It took about 20 snorts of Afrin, two severe allergy pills and a long hot shower before I could mimic the ability to breathe freely. Ugh. I sounded like I had a terrible head cold; my boss asked if I was sick (I looked kind of glassy-eyed from fatigue, too), but I felt fine. Just wiped out and nasally when I spoke.
It's Friday now, and I'm better in both the breathing and fatigue departments, but I'm still sneezing and having to use the Afrin.
Jane called me a druggie; at this point, I'm happy to be so as my preference is to breathe.
This weekend I plan on getting the last few boxes sorted and tied up to take back to my mom; many of them are hers that she lent me. I think it's a total of about 45 or so boxes I ended up using over all.
I really love my new little place; and I realize this may sound kind of silly and goofy, but I have a feeling that it was a fulcrum point for some really neat things coming around the corner. The best way I can describe it is that, for a long time, I kind of felt like I was going uphill, even trudging up it for the last while -- but now I've tipped over the summit, and I'm coming back down. I'm sure a lot of it had to do with having waited so long to do the move, given I first heard it was coming back in February. Getting it out of the way is quite helpful.
I'll take more pictures for you guys, too; I wish I had a tri-pod so I could take a picture of the view I have at night. Looking down through the plants and trees and across to the lighted pool is really pretty.
And I sure don't miss my neighbor's snoring at night. As Andrew once said about our father's snoring, it sounded much like the trucks downshifting on Highway 26. I had to use earplugs nearly every night, and I haven't had to do so at all since I moved in.
-- H
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