the living library
Aug. 24th, 2011 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinue[Note: I have been slammed at work lately and haven't been posting journal entries, which you may or may not remember I usually write in my notebook and then type up later. Today I had some breathing space and posted a backlog of several entries, which (if I've done things right) won't show up on anyone's reading page because I didn't want to bombard you. So if you use a reading page or friends list and want to see those entries you have to click over to my actual journal page. If you're someone who goes directly to my journal page anyway, disregard.]
Conversation Saturday night:
CIRO: What was the name of that actress. . . She won best supporting in 1964.
ROMIE: I don't know.
MOM: I don't know either.
[MOM leaves the room.]
CIRO: Wait, is she going to use a computer?
ROMIE: No; she's getting a reference book.
[Everyone high-fives a lot. It was a good book, too.]
Ciro is mostly sleeping in a different bed right now; his shoulder's been acting up and he needs to be able to splay and toss and turn without worrying it will bother me. But he stays in bed with me until I fall asleep, and he changes my alarm clock to a new song every day so that I will wake up and he will in a sense be there. It makes me feel very tender toward him, and loved.
Our new reading chair was delivered Monday. It took me, Mom, and Dad ten years to find a piece of furniture we all agreed was acceptable for the space that was built for it; much like the bathroom and office remodels, this is really part of the renovation that happened a decade ago, but was postponed until I could be present for at least six months to advise. We sort of split the house up in terms of design responsibility (within constraints) and my quarter has lagged everybody else's because I haven't been here as much.
Mom is still working on the sun porch, sewing room, and master bedroom. (Mom is almost as behind as I am, although not quite, because there is also the garden to deal with, which is all her.) Dad is just now finishing out the boiler room and needs to redo his office. REL's woodwork isn't finished. (REL's completion percentage is artificially high partly because my not-even-primered office was her responsibility until it recently became my office, and partly because she finished her other rooms by stealing furniture, lamps, and soft goods from the other parts of the house, which the rest of us now have to replace, and also offloaded her bulky items like coats, books, and exercize equipment into other people's spaces without asking (and with a good deal of whining). It's very corporate.)
And of course it's been long enough that I now want to repaint my bedroom and Dad is replacing the sofa and making other changes to the den, not to mention changing out the front door and adding French doors to the music room so it will open onto the back yard.
I think the basement bathroom and guest bedroom remain unclaimed. Maybe I can foist them on Ciro.
Anyway, the chair is very comfortable. Not that I have had time yet to sit in it.
Conversation Saturday night:
CIRO: What was the name of that actress. . . She won best supporting in 1964.
ROMIE: I don't know.
MOM: I don't know either.
[MOM leaves the room.]
CIRO: Wait, is she going to use a computer?
ROMIE: No; she's getting a reference book.
[Everyone high-fives a lot. It was a good book, too.]
Ciro is mostly sleeping in a different bed right now; his shoulder's been acting up and he needs to be able to splay and toss and turn without worrying it will bother me. But he stays in bed with me until I fall asleep, and he changes my alarm clock to a new song every day so that I will wake up and he will in a sense be there. It makes me feel very tender toward him, and loved.
Our new reading chair was delivered Monday. It took me, Mom, and Dad ten years to find a piece of furniture we all agreed was acceptable for the space that was built for it; much like the bathroom and office remodels, this is really part of the renovation that happened a decade ago, but was postponed until I could be present for at least six months to advise. We sort of split the house up in terms of design responsibility (within constraints) and my quarter has lagged everybody else's because I haven't been here as much.
Mom is still working on the sun porch, sewing room, and master bedroom. (Mom is almost as behind as I am, although not quite, because there is also the garden to deal with, which is all her.) Dad is just now finishing out the boiler room and needs to redo his office. REL's woodwork isn't finished. (REL's completion percentage is artificially high partly because my not-even-primered office was her responsibility until it recently became my office, and partly because she finished her other rooms by stealing furniture, lamps, and soft goods from the other parts of the house, which the rest of us now have to replace, and also offloaded her bulky items like coats, books, and exercize equipment into other people's spaces without asking (and with a good deal of whining). It's very corporate.)
And of course it's been long enough that I now want to repaint my bedroom and Dad is replacing the sofa and making other changes to the den, not to mention changing out the front door and adding French doors to the music room so it will open onto the back yard.
I think the basement bathroom and guest bedroom remain unclaimed. Maybe I can foist them on Ciro.
Anyway, the chair is very comfortable. Not that I have had time yet to sit in it.
