If you are a regular reader, you know that I live in a small two story bungalow, with a tiny galley kitchen, a decent sized dining room, and a long living room with no entrance or foyer.
Most of my machine sewing, applique and quilting is done at the dining room table ( though I often do hand quilting out on the front porch in nice weather. )
Upstairs are two bedrooms. My sons have moved in and out of the smaller bedroom over the years.
Their dad died in April, and the youngest moved in with me for two months then out to a friends in the country. He started coming home on weekends after awhile. I’d babysit the dog while he went to a party or concert, etc.
Then he stayed until later and later on Sundays. This latest visit extended to five days and he asked to come back for good ( or for awhile. ) He’s had depression / anxiety issues since his dad died, but when he’s here, while he might miss his dad, he’s got no anxiety for the most part.
When he was here temporarily we crammed twin sized mattresses and some of his stuff in ( more was left at his dad’s ) and I left all of my fabric and sewing things and books in the room, and quilt tops in progress hanging in the closet.
Prior to all of this, for many years it had been a fabric / books / TOY room.
I had purchased a train table when Brent was around 2 yrs. old, with Thomas the Train items, and the children used the table for other activities….at Christmas, we decorated it.
So this little extra bedroom has seen a lot of action and various uses but now….
I’ve been trying to move all of my quilting stuff and books elsewhere. To give him total space in that room. Out with the twin sized and on to a full sized normal bed, etc.
It’s not been easy.
I have two long narrow closets on each side of my bedroom with severely sloping ceilings ( there is no attic ) and I am in process of going through what I’ve stored in there over the years and getting rid of much of it to make room for my quilty-things.
As it IS, it was always a ‘working’ bedroom as you can see :)
This is a frustrating process for me :) For the most part he’s always been somewhere with a roommate. He was only at his dads for a month or so between renting / roommates and the death was unexpected. I don’t think that he’ll be here forever, but I imagine for 9 months to a year.
WELL, I am rediscovering clothes in my closets and fabrics that I’d forgotten about during all of this reorganizing :) There is always a positive side : )
Outdoors, we’ve had hot dry weather for awhile now. I fill the bird bath twice a day…it’s their only break for drinks and washing. Cooler weather is on the horizon…
I have picked what is probably the last of the tomatoes, aside from some green ones. Cleome is just coming in to bloom, from seeds planted in early summer, gerbera daisies still delight, and the rose bush has put out blooms off and on all summer long.
The autumn sedum, which starts out blooming a light purplish shade, is continuing on its’ journey to a deeper hue…
And here we have water, A/C if we need it ( we had hot temps recently ) electric, food, and life as usual. All that I’ve had to deal with is moving things around and reorganizing. Puerto Rico thoughts and prayers go out to you…constantly.
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