Catching up. Hubby arrived last night, bringing another truckload of stuff, which is he is grumpily stashing in his our garage.  Yes, it’s hot outside.  It’s Central Texas in June without the rainy season.  Ugh.

Our trusty air conditioning and heating guy arrived quickly after a service call to him this morning to repair one of the upstairs units.  It seems somebody wielding a weedeater at some time past managed to mangle the control wire.  (Yes, it was me, but not yesterday.)  He serviced both units and will be providing replacement estimates.  Both units are 13 years old, and we believe newer units would be more efficient and reliable.

Hubby found a great area rug for the parlor at a garage sale last weekend, so I moved things out of the way, cleaned and polished the floor, and got the rug (with pad) laid out.  Hubby wanted my rolltop desk moved to the opposite corner of the parlor, and we got that done as well.  I am now operating 180 degrees out from where I started the morning.

My oak hall tree bench is now unburied from the boxes that were sitting on it, because I had to move it and place my desk in its old location.  It’s such a comfortable bench, so I managed to find a few moments to sit and relax on it.  And, yes, we were reminded of the dozen or so boxes that have been stored in the parlor that we need to sift through and process the contents to their ultimate location.

I complained about the pack ratting of my folks, but we have at least as much stuff.  We’re just fortunate to have enough space to keep it all in.  I performed a rough calculation and between two houses, a garage, and a storage garage, I think we have 8k square feet of space to store things.  And we use it.  My mission over the next couple of years is to not need to use one-third of that.

Somewhere in there, I need to actually revise and write, because I’m not getting the craft honed by not doing it.