I called the city offices and they told me to allow at least 2 weeks for the permit to be made up. I'm trying not to be hugely annoyed, but it is cold in my house. I would really like to get some insulation in. Course we HAD a permit at one time, but I guess it was taking too long to make any progress, so they lost it or threw it away or something. Again trying not to be too annoyed. It might not make any difference for how long it would take now anyway. In the past our city inspectors have always been very easy to work with, so I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt. In that I doubt they are doing it just to be mean. So let's talk about something else.
Today I've been looking through several blogs about organization. Lots of good ideas, and pretty pretty pictures of neatly organized, clutter-free rooms. They are nice. And in comparison to some of my rooms, hilarious. Let's take my bedroom, for example. I'm going to take a picture now, because Richard just cleaned his side of the room and it may not look this clean again for another couple of years.
Well, nothing too shocking there. Except the Lego Star Wars Walker back there on Richard's bedside table.
He's so cute. And someday, if Richard cleans off his bookshelf, he can be proudly displayed there with other nerdy paraphernalia, but right now the top of this bookshelf looks like this.
I learned a long time ago that my husband doesn't like it if I clean up his stuff. He doesn't trust me not to throw important things away (with good reason. My definition of important and his are very different.) and he gets mad when he can't find things. So I just leave his messes alone. He still can't find things, but now at least it is not my fault. Our marriage is better if I just let his mess be his own. It is not like I am a neat freak myself. As you'll see soon enough.
So now, lets turn around and look at the other side of the bedroom:
Oh, It doesn't look that bad in the picture. But still! What IS all that?
Well, I'll tell you Bob. Almost exactly a year ago we started buying all the stuff we would need for the bathroom when we finished it - vanity, sinks, faucets, lights. Problem is, we weren't as close to needing it as we thought, so we had to just stack it all up in our bedroom. Then we threw some tools on top, and then some lampshades, and pillows, some pioneer clothes I don't wear anymore and shoes that have lost their mates. There are probably Christmas presents that I forgot about buried under there somewhere. I think my wedding dress is even in that pile. I really don't know what to DO with that thing.
Against the other wall we've got more boxes with some shelves that are going to go in the bathroom, and a crib that I just don't know if I am going to need again or not. And I have no idea where to put it in the mean time.
The pictures don't come close to giving you a sense for how much crap it feels like. It is really overwhelming in the room. Like the clutter is rising up in a wave to crash over us in our sleep.
So, yes, sometimes I laugh when I read people's blogs. So I take a break from the internet and read a book for a while. I like to keep a few handy by my bed.
Yeah, my husband is not the only one who has a hard time keeping his side of the room tidy. So this is what I come home to at the end of the day.
Could be worse though. It could be this:
That was 2004. Either my camera was filled with dust or it was so cold it was SNOWING in there. I guess I really shouldn't complain.