Early on-set of senility
Ugh. Where is everything??
I was going to rip up the carpets and refinish the hardwood below them before Brad moves in. I had all the furniture in the bedroom moved to the kitchen/dining room/living room after the old couches were removed and carted away. The moving of all this furniture was a big job seeing as how a lot of it is bookcases from which all the books must be removed before you can move it anywhere. And I have A LOT of books. Luckily, Mirella and her sister Lety were available to come help me (as my broken butt made it difficult to bend over.)
So everything has been moved around a zillion times and all the furniture has been rearranged and nothing is where it used to be. I am constantly walking back and forth looking for something. My downstairs neighbors probably wonder what’s up as it’s normally so quiet up here.
I will go into the bedroom to vacuum and realize that the vacuum isn’t in there so I’ll set my drink on a coaster and walk out to the living room to get the vacuum when I see a half full bag of papers. It’s then that I remember that I was going through all the old rolodexes from past jobs and throwing them out. So I go grab the bag and continue with that when I realize that the shelves next to them need to be taken apart but where is the screwdriver? So I walk around looking for the screwdriver when I realize I’m thirsty but where is my drink and now the phone is ringing but where is the phone? Now what was I in the middle of doing? And it goes on and on.
When I ripped up the carpets in my bedroom I realized that instead of properly replacing bad floorboards, the previous tenants/owners just put down plywood haphazardly throughout the room. So I tried to see if I could get new carpets but the whole process would take too long. I put the carpets back and decided to paint instead.
I painted the bedroom the palest color of blue and the living room a "Creamed Butter" yellow. It looked great on the swatch but disgusting on the walls - like old, faded 70s yellow all over my living room. I couldn’t stand it. I went back to the Home Depot to get ONE gallon of paint in a different color, but had to wait behind a lady getting 25 gallons of different color paint. This took an hour. Needless to say, I was slightly annoyed.
The living room is now a very bright "24 carat gold" color that doesn’t resemble its name at all - it’s more of a saffron color in my opinion. Josheepoo, loveliest of the gays, brought back Chinoiserie prints from Shanghai that he donated to me. I got them framed and they are now hanging against the golden backdrop in the living room.
Brad doesn’t know about any of this and I can’t wait to show him. He’ll love this color. It’s so him.
