Some days it’s interesting for me to open up this blog. I feel like I want to write something, but haven’t a clue what that something is. Like now.
How about this: We’ve lived in our house for 22 years. When we first moved in, it was filled with rooms full of very ugly wallpaper. The one that was in our bedroom would have scared any normal person into a catatonic state. I’m not normal so I just disliked it then painted over it when it refused to come off the wall. That is, until the paint hit then it wanted to fall off the wall. Stupid wallpaper.
We invited our nephews to join us in the first week of our move. They, along with our two kids, had a ball peeling off wallpaper in many of the rooms, without getting into trouble for doing it. They also slid down the stairs, pulling the bright orange carpet away from the steps. We were glad to be rid of it.
While it was all pretty ugly, I had a vision for how to change it, make it nice, just short of “House Beautiful”. That was 20 years ago.
About six months ago, I was walking down the front hallway when it hit me that the hand painted pictures lining the wall had been there for 20 years. Then I looked into the living room and said ‘Good grief! That is the same stuff I put in there 20 years ago!”
I began yelling for Dan: “Dan! Oh DAN!”
“What?” he yelled back. “Our house is outdated,” I shouted. There was no response.
A few weeks went by. One day, walking through the house, I heard Dan call out to me, “Hey, you know what? We need to do something about the inside of this house. It’s looking old.” “Really?” I replied
So now, we’re finally on the same page about this subject. However, in my head and heart, doing something means I don’t just want some new paint on the walls; I want furniture and carpet, too. We could truly use new windows to stop the winds that blow through in winter and I really wish I could tear out the current fire place, make a large opening between the family room and the living room to create a ‘great’ room and….you get my drift.
But right now, for a number of reasons that we can’t control, we have no money to do much more than paint. There is no vision for painting a room filled with the same old stuff. It will just look like the same old room, just a different color. Why bother?
What I do envision is another 10 years going by, walking through the hallway one day and not saying anything at all. You get used to anything, even murder, if you’re around it long enough. I’ll get used to this, too.
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