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D'oh!

Spousebeast:  I need a new book for the bus ride.  Would you grab me something out of the linen closet?

Me:  Oh, I just grabbed one at the Little Free Library that I thought you might like.

Spousebeast:  *heavy sigh*  Sweetheart, I just put that there YESTERDAY MORNING because it is utter rubbish.

I picked it up yesterday afternoon, thinking Kent would like it.  *cringe*  Clearly, we need to get more coordinated about this.

Oh, and the whole linen closet thing:  we could have four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a formal dining room for the size of the closet (especially if I actually folded anything other than towels).  As it is, it is just the two of us and our rather minimalist linens, so I have commandeered two of the shelves (soon to be three, once I start actually folding stuff.  Book storage is a powerful motivator) for books.  The ones we brought when we moved in together live in the spare bedroom.  The cookbooks (well, some of them.  The really cool ones that make us look like the edgy foodie couple a lot of people think we are) live on a shelf between the living room and kitchen.

All new purchases and finds live in the linen closet.  Except for my SARK/Jen Louden/Natalie Goldberg/Alicia Bay Laurel...oh, hell, we just call it "Alicia's books" which live on shelves around my side of the sofa.  Always nice to have inspiration within reach.

Speaking of Natalie Goldberg, she's coming back to Flyleaf in March!!!!!  I may have to break out my old copy of Writing Down the Bones (I bought it the summer after I graduated high school.  And SHE SIGNED IT the last time she came through!) and work my way through it again.  I've gotten stuck on The Jillie Project AGAIN, and I need a kick in the ass.  Or, more realistically, I need a different approach, even if I end up throwing out most of it.

Shameful (but probably not unfamiliar to some) confession:  I REALLY miss the days when I believed everything I wrote was genius, and that the rest of the world just needed to get a clue and catch up.

In some ways, I'm glad THOSE notebooks and stories and novels got demolished with Granma and Grandpa's house.  I mean, yes, it is a huge loss to future generations (akin to the Library at Alexandria, to be honest), but they'll soldier on.  ;)

I might be a bit loopy.  I've actually been getting SLEEP!  Three days in a row when one or both of us didn't have to get up before 5!  And I've been sleeping in!  Holy crap...not running on a constant sleep deficit is a RUSH!  Is this what normal people feel like?

Don't worry.  I don't expect any of y'all to answer that.  ;)

It is weird, though.  Waking up, feeling rested, having actual energy to do things.

Sometimes bad, bad things.

We've got a 6' shelf in the kitchen that is our pantry.  (Yes, there is a theme here.  Our decor is all shelves scavenged from the wonder that is when the students move out, concert posters, and nerdy toys)  It's black, and I have SO wanted to paint at least one side with chalkboard paint.  Kent's objected.  The paint is too expensive, blah, blah, blah...

Guess who just traded some of my old school glitter (remember the big shakers they had in the 70s? Those) with Olivia (the next door neighbor) for a pint of chalkboard paint?  Heh.  She even gave me a box of chalk that was a leftover from Lily's birthday party.

THEY MADE CHALKBOARD EVERYTHING AT LILY'S PARTY!  I think that is an amazingly cool idea for a kids party.  Olivia bought all sorts of stuff that could be painted at Dollar Tree, and provided the paint.  There were birdhouses and picture frames and little boxes.  Such a neat idea.

Anyway, she's offered to come over and help paint the pantry while Lily is at preschool.  It's a ninja operation: "Let's do it on a day when Kent opens and you're off.  Come knock on the back door when he gets in the cab, and we'll get rolling.  We can have it dry and back in place before he gets home.  And you can blame it on me because, sister...THAT is a perfect canvas.  You can keep an inventory of what's in there, or a grocery list, or write the dinner menu...or just a note that says "Off with my girls!  The fridge is that way!"

I never thought I would like Olivia.  And Goddess knows she gave me myriad reasons not to.  This is nice, though.

And...chalkboard pantry!  This is gonna be so cool!

See?  Adequate sleep makes me get all crafty.  I'm starting to wonder if Kent wants me to take three million extra jobs from a financial aspect....or if he is just afraid that extra rest = DIY hell home decor.

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llblckraincloud
Jan. 25th, 2017 06:29 pm (UTC)
I've never used the Little Library. How does that even work?
mac_arthur_park
Jan. 26th, 2017 02:00 pm (UTC)
Around here, they're in empty newspaper boxes. Basically, you can take a book if it tickles your fancy, and you can leave books for others to select from. It's really awesome.
misquoted
Jan. 26th, 2017 04:11 am (UTC)
I love _Writing Down the Bones_.
unmowngrass
Jan. 26th, 2017 11:18 am (UTC)
You can also make chalkboard paint in any colour you want for cheaps by mixing tile grout powder into regular paint :)
mac_arthur_park
Jan. 26th, 2017 01:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, that is dangerous knowledge to have....
gneu
Jan. 26th, 2017 02:34 pm (UTC)
I find it amazing how life feels after a full night's sleep.
ravenfeather
Jan. 26th, 2017 04:18 pm (UTC)
I LOVE chalkboard paint! I also like the idea of old washing machine lids as erasable white boards. Just don't tell spousebeast who gave you that idea.
mac_arthur_park
Jan. 27th, 2017 02:35 am (UTC)
Ooooh!

Fortunately, we have a massive whiteboard. Someone left one of the double sided ones used for advertising outside restaurants in front of the dumpster a couple of years back, and we snagged it. It's now The Quote Board. :)
ravenfeather
Jan. 27th, 2017 03:15 am (UTC)
When my washing machine broke down, and I found out that no repair people will come out this far to fix it, I have tried to find as many things to re-purpose it into as possible. That lid is going on the back wall (outside) for garden todo notes.
yshaloo
Jan. 26th, 2017 04:36 pm (UTC)
Shameful (but probably not unfamiliar to some) confession: I REALLY miss the days when I believed everything I wrote was genius, and that the rest of the world just needed to get a clue and catch up.

I totally feel you there. I have notebooks full of the stuff I wrote in high school. I thought I was a poet, now I think I was just an angsty teen. I was emo before the term existed.

sometimes I miss being able to write like that. I could dump all of my feelings onto a sheet of paper and it helped me analyze them. Now that I'm "properly medicated", I find that I just don't have anything to say. Or I can't find the words for it or the motivation to write it down. Or maybe I'm just not as angsty. Being happily married with a job you don't mind kind of helps with that.
xjenavivex
Jan. 28th, 2017 01:57 pm (UTC)

Lol

weebleswobble
Jan. 29th, 2017 12:54 am (UTC)
a friend agreed with me that having a house with floor to ceiling built in bookshelves would be heaven.

how awesome that your neighbor had chalkboard paint to trade you for! hope it turns out exactly as you want.

*giggles* about kent fearing extra rest = DIY projects.
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