I was downstairs today feeling sorry for myself. The thing
about feeling sorry for yourself is that you should have something in your life
that isn’t going well. Maybe I was downstairs trying to find something to feel
sorry about. Who knows, I’m inscrutable sometimes.
Basically, I was sitting on the couch and taking in all of
the different items that are in the room. Most of the things down there are our
second rate belongings. The first rate stuff is upstairs where a rogue flood or
sewage seepage can’t do any damage. There are some nice things down there, but
they either take up too much room due to the size or they are in rotation. Most
of it is interesting stuff, so I was enjoying myself while I was feeling sorry
for myself.
The last couple of years the grandkids have pretty much
taken over the space. There are toys strewn all over. I generally pick up after
they leave, but sometimes it is a little over whelming. There is also exercise
equipment in that room as well. I guess I should really feel sorry for it since
all it does is collect dust. Kind of sad when the thing you were built to do
never gets done. Maybe the elliptical can start writing its own blog.
My eyes eventually
fell upon a pine board that is leaning against the wall. It has been there for
quite a while, so long in fact that I can’t even remember why it is there. I’m
sure I was going to do a project and found that for what ever reason the
project was a no go. It is a pretty nice board, what they call “clear” pine
now. I don’t call it clear pine, but then I remember when clear meant no
blemishes in the wood at all. Don’t get me wrong, I like a wood that has
personality, just not one that pretends to be something it isn’t.
I’m going to either have to move the plank or find out the
reason it’s down there. I do need to make a calendar holder or a door frame for
the “fort” I built for Hurricane and Tornado under the stairs. THAT’S IT!!!
Now I remember! I built a secret door from the fort to the
next room over and the wood was going to be used as a secret bookcase that
would open and reveal the door. Louise and I have always wanted a house with
secret rooms and passages. Well, it looks like I have a bookcase/door to plan
and build.
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