So, didn’t I just post about organization and shared about having “a place for everything, and everything in its place” and kinda feeling like a peacock about it? Pretty certain I did.
That was last Wednesday morning. Later that afternoon, my drywall guy came by and said he could start on the ceilings in the living room, entry, and hall on Thursday morning. Since I had been waiting for more than 6 months, I said yes immediatley. And in one hour and thirty seven minutes, I moved almost everything out of the said areas into Victoria Leigh’s room and my dad’s room.
Which was a perfect plan.
Until Friday afternoon when my drywall guy said he could start doing the prep work on the ceilings in Victoria Leigh’s room and my dad’s room on Saturday morning…
Again, I’d been waiting 6 months.
So, everything that I’d stored in the bedrooms from the living room, entry and hall, plus all the belongings from the bedrooms now needed a new place to be stored because:
I’d been waiting 6 months to get the ceilings done.
So, now all the belongings from all five areas having the ceilings re-done are now in the laundry room, The Salesman’s office, the dining room, the master bedroom, the Jesus Room, upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside, upside, downside.
Okay, maybe not the last four places; but seriously, our home looks like a storage facility.
Nothing seems to be in its place.
There is dust, disorganization, and drywall being repaired.
Just being real here. One week I can share that everything is organized and within seven days, I can tell you that everything that had a place, is in a new place and is covered with drop cloths that are covered in drywall dust. I’ve vacuumed more times in the last week than I do in a month. The Salesman asked me tonight when this would be done as he ran into an upholstered chair from Victoria Leigh’s room that was now in the hallway. Before I could answer, he responded with: oh, the ceilings have to be painted once the drywall is done.
I probably need construction zone signs.
Yes. It is going to be a few more weeks.
Isn’t that just how life is, though? Change, and periods of construction, must come (and be welcomed) in order to get what you want.
I do want the final product, which is, flat ceilings verses the textured ones we had in our home.
So, the drywall guys need things moved out, in order to walk around on stilts. The ceilings have to be scraped, repaired, mudded, slicked, mudded again, and again, then sanded and painted before this project ends. I like order; but there are seasons of disorder, and work, and dust, before getting to the seasons of order. Or you can think you are in a season of order, and one person can bring about a season of construction.
I welcome the construction, because I want the results.
When my 92 year old grandmother and aunt stopped by yesterday, I had to laugh, because, there weren’t many places to sit where the chairs weren’t lined up in a row, pushed together, and laden with throw pillows and blankets, or items from bookshelves. But I was so glad they came by to visit. We visited, laughed, looked in each others eyes, and enjoyed each other amidst the activity here at the house.
Life is good. Life is beautiful. I choose that perspective. Life is not about stuff; but, about people and relationships. I am so blessed by many friends and family who love me during the organized and disorganized and dusty seasons of life.
