Yes, I'm speaking in Lolcat. I'm tired, and that's about the speed my brain is operating at. Also, I'm working out the kinks, as it were, of the new desk and it's not... not quite right. I'm seeing the potential in it, though, and that's pretty cool. It's all part of the new house, the new surroundings, and the new time (hah!) I'll have to write in.
The desk is a counter-height jobbie with a drafting top. I can tilt it for drawing or painting, or set it flat for typing. I'm experimenting with typing on the slant, but I'll tell you now the mouse does not work! On the slant it gets frisky and tries to run away from me. My mouse hasn't got a leash, so an abrupt leap to the floor might be fatal. Right now, I'm using a folding barstool for sitting at it, but it's a comfortable height for me to use as a standing desk. Which I can do, because both my monitors are floating. Mice running, monitors floating... It's cool. I'm not that spacey - the monitors are on adjustable arms and secured to the wall above my desk. The only minor problem is that I had one short cable for the far monitor and it's thrown off my planned desk alignment.
Which, really, is all part and parcel of life. You can make plans, get everything carefully laid out, and the unexpected detail throws it out of whack. This move hasn't been flawless, by any means, but it is going overall on the timeline we'd discussed when it started. The slow move has allowed us to do things like taking today mostly off, recovering from yesterday's big push to get the kitchen fully here, not there, along with a good portion of the books. I've been putting stuff away as we go, so the house is orderly, even if no-one knows where to find the can opener (I put it away. It's here, somewhere). This means that we can relax this evening, making dinner, and I don't feel like I'm rummaging through boxes to find all the things.
Hopefully, this will mean a return to routine blogging. At least, maybe not daily, but weekdays? I still have a ton to do at the other house - cleaning, more cleaning, and hiring a cleaning crew! I'm also slowly working on my garden, a little here, a little there. It'll take me years. As our friend Todd told me earlier while I was hanging a coat rack, about the time I get this house the way I like it, we'll be getting ready to sell it. The Junior Mad Scientist, helping me hang curtains in the kitchen, told me that it's looking homely. "What? Why is it ugly?" I asked, staring at the curtains I'd just bought.
"It's not ugly. I like it. I meant homely."
"Oh. The "L" makes all the difference. Homey is warm and welcoming, a homely kid is an ugly one."
"It's definitely homey, then!"
Homemaking is an art. I want to create a secure nest for my family, to have it gracious and welcoming for guests, and practical for the things we do on a daily basis. Like me sitting here typing and listening to the girls chatter while the JMS makes devilled eggs and the Ginja Ninja makes chili cheese fries for dinner. And now I have to go make cornbread!
