Time flies here. It’s hard to believe that 2 weeks have elapsed since Dad’s furniture was due to arrive here at the mountain home. After several aborted attempts to make it up the driveway, his household goods finally made it into the house a day late, but it was an ugly scenario. The whole process left me feeling like my life was shortened by several years.
It wasn’t just the moving van debacle that was so exhausting. The packing and sorting of
stuff was also very traumatic. Imagine watching your 84-year old father standing tip-toes on the top of a 12-foot ladder, attempting to remove a large piece of metal wall sculpture, and you get a feeling for the way that “moving week” went. There were days that Dad and I were barely speaking. We were so tired, and at very much at odds as
to how the move should happen. It became my quest to simplify the whole process, and eliminate the confusion that would come from a 2-destination move, (with some of the furniture going to Atlanta, and the rest ending up in Ellijay). To confuse things, we were leaving some furniture in Charlotte! Thank goodness for brightly colored post-it
notes; they were stuck on everything, and absolutely saved the day!
Ultimately, the addition of Dad’s furniture has transformed our spaces. Instead of patio furniture, we now have real end tables and an honest-to-goodness coffee table in the
living room. With his bedroom furniture in place, Greg and I now have a real bed to sleep in, and my mood has improved immeasurably :>)
Dad’s bedroom suite (which I always think of as the “Taj ma Dad”), is gorgeous. Thankfully, it doesn’t in any way resemble the “bordello” we started with. The color is beautiful and coordinates well with the stone accents in the room. His
furniture looks like it was purchased for the space it occupies. See for yourself:
I have been painting non-stop since returning from Charlotte. I know that I was supposed to chronicle the work in this blog, as I went from room to room. However, this 61-year old body only has so many miles left in it. When I have the will to do the work, I do it. Someday soon, I won’t have the energy or desire to jump on and off a ladder. The good news is that I have before and after pictures of each room, so when I write a blog entry about it, you will see how each space was transformed.
The next blog is the kitchen. I promise!