Since our Labor Day flood due to a kitchen sink hose burst, our house has been in upheaval. It is as if we moved without moving. As an update, all is right with the world. It took awhile but insurance came through and paid very decently for replacement of flooring and painting.
New floors went in last week, and the painters did their job on Monday. Everything looks fresh and shiny. Now, we are taking our time to get resituated. The bedroom was the first task and it's nice to not wander the house anymore looking for our clothes in random drawers.
I've been rearranging pictures. It's fun to hang favorites in different places than before - round a corner and it's like a new discovery awaits.
Slowly but surely, it's pulling together and feels like home again. My final task is my bookshelves. I shall tackle that soon. Is it time to clean out the piles of books? i.e. send them to Half Price Books for others to discover my special authors. Or should I just restack as they were? I have eight boxes of goodies to unload.
My guess is I'll do a bit of both. I'm pretty good at thinning the herd. (It does make room then for new books!)
The bad news Labor Day weekend has turned into a time of reflection on material goods, on the need to gather and create a nest, and a sense of what is important. I admit to whining quite a bit when it all seemed overwhelming. But I know I am fortunate in what I do have, and shall try to maintain this perspective.
and those are my Thursday thoughts.
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