I am so very tempted to just say, “Yo, in 2010 WE BOUGHT A HOUSE, that trumps everything else, also it is both the best thing that happened but the three months leading up to it were the worst” but I owe it to myself to be more in-depth than that. At some point however; today is not that day.
The Tooth Fairy came the other night, so we know she has our new address after all. The boy was somewhat dejected when he got up. “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come,” he said. “How do you know?” HRH asked. “The little bag is still there,” the boy said. (We’d put the tooth (the tiny, tiny tooth) in one of my little velvet jewellery pouches.) “Did you look inside it?” HRH said. The boy blinked at him. “She doesn’t need the bag,” HRH added. So the boy scrambled to pull the pouch out from under the pillow, upended it, and said, “SHE GAVE ME A MONEY! I have a two dollars!” He’s back at school today after his first all-day playdate yesterday, and I have no doubt he will be brimming with news about his other friends when I meet him at the bus stop this afternoon.
There is now a new wall in my office, complete with what will be the closet eventually. The room is definitely smaller; three feet is more space than one thinks. We’ve had to move one tall bookcase downstairs into the hallway as a result, which means I have to rethink where all the books get shelved yet again. I keep reminding myself that I used to do this for fun. It is not as much fun when you have to do it, nor when the books in question are spread out over two floors of the house. And then I keep realizing that we’re going to have to do it yet again once the upstairs loft is finished and we move the offices into the attic, and that will be spread out over three floors.
So there is a wall; it has been framed, there is drywall up, the seams have been plastered, and today it gets sanded, primed, then painted. I am told there will be a louvered folding door on the new closet door, too. The boy was actually a help instead of a hindrance in the framing, HRH says. My parents had a set of toy construction tools put away in a closet somewhere, so they sent those home with us and the boy got to open them Tuesday morning. He wore the hard hat and the ear protectors all day, although the tool belt kept falling off. HRH gave him a pair of safety glasses, too, and taught him how to use the power drill. ( “Do they make safety shoes in kids’ sizes?” he said in aside to me. I’m mostly sure he was joking.) The boy is very excited about having to wear a mask when sanding happens, and he was a bit disappointed that it was happening today while he was at school. He has been promised full involvement when the drywall gets plastered and sanded in the attic, however. They both wrote their names on one of the 2x4s of the new wall, which I think is a charming tradition when you add to a house, and I’m glad they did it.
HRH found the original maple hardwood under the floating laminate floors. It’s very thin, though; it couldn’t have taken another sanding.
In the meantime, all my bookcases are RIGHT BEHIND ME when I am at my desk and it is quite claustrophobic. I’ve been doing a lot of my editing work downstairs in the family room on the antiquated and borrowed iBook. On one hand that’s frustrating, because I can’t check the Internet quickly for facts as it’s running Panther and the oldest version of Safari I’ve ever seen, which freezes if you look at it wrong and won’t run or load a lot of current web stuff. On the other hand, I can’t lose time in wander around the Internet in search of distraction. It’s too old to use a Twitter client, too, so I use the web-based version; it loads the old Twitter web page but not the new. It’s essentially a word processing machine now.
And a quick gift summary: My wonderful yarn swift, two cookbooks and a novel I’d asked for (all read before 2011 hit, sigh), a pair of excellent loungy pyjamas from both sets of parents, a beautiful pair of leather gloves, gift certificates to bookstores and iTunes and Tim Hortons, an owl mug and owl notepaper and an owl blank book, a lovely little whisk and mixing/dip bowl set, kitchen stuff like two new non-stick pans and Teflon utensils and a new cookie spatula, socks, and a pretty tiger’s eye lozenge pendant. No chocolate. (I KNOW. I think everyone remembered that I have problems with dark chocolate and decided to play safe, and also that HRH gives all his chocolate to me so they didn’t get him any, either. I have been sneaking Lindt reindeer and snowmen that theoretically belong to the boy.)