and feckin' knackered... i'm glad i spent friday lunchtime at common grounds under the blossom just sitting still, observing and recording the bliss of the moment and those around me, cause i had no idea how hard i'd end up working...
friday
i worked very hard at therapy (which is a surprisingly exhausting process given one is sitting in a chair for an hour) and was rewarded with a couple of Cosmoplitans with the mullingtons while we discussed expectations for interdependent living in the commune. grace and welcome abounds.
my weekend was kind of like changing rooms. well it mostly involved transforming a room. in no other way did it resemble changing rooms at all. thank god...
saturday
after a day of stripping wallpaper in my new room, i was in bed by 9.45 pm last night, aching in muscles i didn't know i had...
sunday
work continued early this morning, and i worked til after 11pm. loooong day.
wallpaper finally all stripped, carpet lifted, woodchip paper on ceiling removed, ceiling painted twice, undercoat on the walls...
so. the mullingtons are celebrating their first night under their new roof. the final move of furniture and belongings was an impressive community effort. and Kai the cat moved too. he was asleep on the sofa by mid evening after a decidedly nervous couple of hours hiding and exploring in equal measure. and we had heat and hot water tonight.
monday
stu sands my wooden floor and i purchase paint for the walls and get as much of two needed coats done as possible.
this week will be wall to wall decorating and packing/moving. please don't expect anything coherent beyond possible updates on progress...i have much packing to do alongside the painting and moving. this has taken ages to type my hands are so stiff. i feel like the karate kid, except i still don't know karate.
i think my room is going to have a Parisian look about it, but maybe that's just the paint fumes playing with my imagination...
pretty knackered but proving to be a good psychological endeavour. this room is well and truly mine...
i look like i've had a fight with a can of paint, and i'm meant to be at a rally at stormont tomorrow morning for work. better go get scrubbed...
LB, x
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