Sunday, March 25, 2012

New Rooms


The television groaned unintelligibly from the other room, leaving two dogs confused on the couch. Pundits seemed to be squawking about the impending doom of a nation, while the two bulldogs sat patiently, waiting for the channel to be tuned back to something more “comfortable”. The last three times CiCi tried to change the channel on her own, it cost me the remote. It is an expensive habit that I am trying to break, leaving the changer on the couch that is. Grabbing the remote from the chest that doubles as our coffee table, both dogs watched as I punched in the three numbers that bring Saturday morning animation. I reminded Rex that I used to watch the same thing at his age. He smiled.

With the dogs taken care of, I walked back to the small room that I have claimed as my own. It isn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but it is big enough for my desk, chair, and most importantly, the fly fishing gear that I have dutifully accumulated over the years. And taking one look into the southeast corner of the space, I can confidently say that I have been doing everything in my power to stimulate the economy. It feels good.

Un-emptied boxes lay scattered on the floor, ready to be aired out from a move that happened three weeks ago, but a transition that is still uncomfortably new. But soon enough, the books, videos, tying materials, vise, and any other unnecessary, but still very pertinent objects will find a spot that will define their home. Or at the very least, the junk will get respite from its confinement in the cardboard where it now sits idle. Maybe idle is okay.

The smell of the fresh paint has started to fade, all but replacing an old tenant’s enthusiasm. Two coats took care of that. Two coats that replace memories that were not mine, but respectfully acknowledge a past I didn’t know. Much like the slide that pours off our deck into a small garden, I don’t ask questions, I simply appreciate the whimsy. A whimsy that makes it tolerable to pull half a dozen wall anchors out of a six inch by six inch square, or replace the shower/sauna grade “can” lights that gave little to no light in the dining room and kitchen . This house was not ours to judge, we came in late. It just happens to be our turn in the rotation to make this home our own.


I recounted the rods, trying not to be caught doing any real work to my new space. Maybe idle is okay, I’ll go check on the dogs.

28 comments:

  1. There's something great about having a new room to make your own. The old blank slate thing.
    Congrats on the move , hope it went smooth for ya and it won't cut into your stream time too much! I've got a Spring to-do list about a mile long staring at me from the desktop as I type. I'm sure right now you can relate rather well....

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    1. Thanks. The move has been pretty good, but the to-do list seems never ending, hopefully I'll get back on the water soon...so I guess we're kind of in the same metaphorical boat...ha!

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    1. Tell me about it...not very fun right now. Looking forward to relaxing...

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  3. Looks like I should be touching base with you. If you read my latest blog post, this moving thing is about to drive me up the creek no pun intended here guys.

    Setting up new "fish caves" does get rewarding!

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    1. You and me both...but like I said to you, there is plenty of room in CO :-)

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  4. Glad to see it's time to make it your own. Even gladder that you're miles closer.

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    1. Good to be a few miles closer...ha! I'll try my best to put my stamp on it, but we'll see what the boss has to say.

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  5. Maybe the garden was a compost pile?

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    1. you're probably right...I'm still trying to figure out how to get the dogs down that thing in one piece...not very athletic are bulldogs.

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  6. I too found myself painting this weekend for a slightly different reason. It's the first time we've lived somewhere long enough to actually wear out the paint. After moving six times in ten years we've now been here nine years. Jeez, I think I'm putting down roots.

    Welcome to your new rooms.

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    1. Thanks.

      You mean someday I will have to repaint? man...something to look forward to I guess.

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  7. the slide is a nice touch, just in case you need a cucumber faster then you could get it walking down the stairs!

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    1. The slide adds a little adventure to the yard...although, it's a pretty quick ride for some of us.

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  8. The dogs will appreciate that slide off the deck so they don;t have to exert themselves on the stairs. However, you may want to increase the size of the landing area–I'd hate for Rex to build up too much speed and collide with the wood framing. Sounds like home to me, now tell your wife to get busy unpacking so you can go fishing.

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    1. I told Rex that the slide would be good on his joints. Thus eliminating his need to take so many glucosamine (sp) pills...I think he's on board. we might have to break in the slide this weekend...just to see if future expansion is needed.

      It's hard work watching Bridget unpack all those boxes...maybe she'll give me some time off this weekend to hit the water :-)

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  9. Keep the slide! What a hoot. Glad you're settling well into "your room." :)

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    1. The slide will stay...until the first lawsuit at least.

      The room is starting to come together...good to have some space of my own.

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  10. Sanders
    My wife and I will be into the painting in about two weeks, our daughter and son-in-law will be moving into another house at that time----a big mess of course you know that

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    1. Good luck with the painting...not very fun, but it's nice you are able to help.

      ...I think our big mess has only just begun

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  11. All I can say is, that the slide was for children going into a sand box originally...of course, it should have been a little bit bigger! haha

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    1. Maybe they had really small kids...ha!

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  12. Pool! Put a kiddie pool at the bottom of the slide. Gardening if for those who don't fish.

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    1. I couldn't agree more...my wife calls me a black thumb. I'll stick with fishing.

      a pool you say...not a bad idea at all!

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  13. 3 simple words....moving sucks (well, I'll save the third word for your imagination).

    Lay deep anchors in that room of yours while you can and enjoy it. I don't know if your future holds bipedal Sanders family members in addition to the quadrapeds, but my man room is a distant memory since such a familial addition.

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    1. I am currently thinking of the third word...

      we are planning on being in this house a long time, not sure what the future will bring, but hopefully there will be a few little Sanders running around to fill the joint...I have no illusions on where this room will rank in order of importance once that day comes...ha

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