When I start to feel the demands of life closing in, I move furniture. There were times, early in our marriage, when my husband would sigh heavily each time he arrived home to a new arrangement. Once he worried that he would fall on the ground when he got up in the night because the bed wasn’t where he expected. Such a comedian.
Moving furniture helps me remember to vacuum behind and under things and it is a much less expensive stress buster than shopping. In fact, I often find treasures when I unload shelves and drawers in order to move that furniture.
My most recent furniture moving activity was motivated by the need to get my “guest” room into shape for a potential visitor. Four years ago my sister moved from Seattle to New York City. I was very excited for her new job and being in the same time zone as her new partner. But I have missed her so much. She has visited regularly but most of her trips were primarily devoted to being with dad and giving me a caregiving break. Now, when she comes to town (whenever that can happen again), she can stay with me. I have the space but it had become a holding and storage room. This summer our daughters helped me clean out the closet. Then I hauled a bunch of stuff to the Goodwill. Yesterday I finished cleaning out the closet and some clutter that had gathered. All that is left is replacing the ancient sofa bed with something more updated.
While I was reorganizing that room, I decided to claim a space for myself. Now, to be honest, I have plenty of space for myself in this big house. But I had tried to make my reading and writing space fit with my sewing space. However, the TV with Amazon Prime and PBS was too much of a distraction. So I moved my books and writing desk into a different room. It is the brightest room upstairs, the room I used for my home office this spring. My desk faces the window. There is a comfy chair in one corner and cube storage for books – my own books and the books I read with the grandsons. I think I want to add a cozy bean bag chair to enhance our gramma reading time.
And about those treasures. As I was unloading a drawer, I found this framed collage. I made this years ago from a kit and I wish I knew who made that kit. It looks so lovely next to my current journal. I think I will get a cup of tea, sit in that comfy chair and do a bit of writing.