A dining room of distinction
Or ... squalor no more!
Remember this? Wait, wait ... if you don't feel like linking, here's a reminder of what happened to the first floor of my house on June 24:
That situation came to be because I was having some work done on my basement, some work for which I had to empty the basement's contents. In other words, my basement exploded into the rest of my house. Specifically, my dining room became unusable, and because the dining room connects the kitchen to the living room, it's really the main thoroughfare of the house, so my most-used hallway became nearly impassable.
My house is not large. It's a good size for a single person like myself, but it really is difficult to get around corners with two greyhounds and an underfoot cat constantly in tow. There are, from time to time, collisions, resulting in barks, yelps, and lingering moans. So when I had to stack all that crap in my dining room and surrounding areas, it actually depressed me. It seriously affected me in a way that was perceptible to others for some time. It was so horrendous being anywhere on the first floor of my house that I didn't even bother to clean around the crap, stating that once I cleared out the area again I would give it a thorough cleaning. So I've lived not only in the midst of crap stacks but also mounds of dust bunnies and animal hair for the past seven weeks.
But not anymore. As of last weekend, my dining room is crap- and crud-free! Take a look and see for yourself:
I am now going to appreciate and utilize my dining room like I have never appreciated and utilized my dining room before. It really is a privilege to have a room like this in which I can sit, read, eat, relax, and gaze out the window at the tippy tops of my tomato plants. And I shall now treat it as such.
One more for the road:
Remember this? Wait, wait ... if you don't feel like linking, here's a reminder of what happened to the first floor of my house on June 24:
That situation came to be because I was having some work done on my basement, some work for which I had to empty the basement's contents. In other words, my basement exploded into the rest of my house. Specifically, my dining room became unusable, and because the dining room connects the kitchen to the living room, it's really the main thoroughfare of the house, so my most-used hallway became nearly impassable.
My house is not large. It's a good size for a single person like myself, but it really is difficult to get around corners with two greyhounds and an underfoot cat constantly in tow. There are, from time to time, collisions, resulting in barks, yelps, and lingering moans. So when I had to stack all that crap in my dining room and surrounding areas, it actually depressed me. It seriously affected me in a way that was perceptible to others for some time. It was so horrendous being anywhere on the first floor of my house that I didn't even bother to clean around the crap, stating that once I cleared out the area again I would give it a thorough cleaning. So I've lived not only in the midst of crap stacks but also mounds of dust bunnies and animal hair for the past seven weeks.
But not anymore. As of last weekend, my dining room is crap- and crud-free! Take a look and see for yourself:
I am now going to appreciate and utilize my dining room like I have never appreciated and utilized my dining room before. It really is a privilege to have a room like this in which I can sit, read, eat, relax, and gaze out the window at the tippy tops of my tomato plants. And I shall now treat it as such.
One more for the road:
Labels: depression, house, organization
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