A Move Across the Hall

Input: "You can move into your sister's old room."

Oh my gosh.  I have worked on my room all week, and it is nearing the finish.  I don't need this option.  Let me go vacuum and think about it.  Sister's room:

The room is also a disaster partly because I have used it for some storage while I clean my room.

I decide to do it.  This will be a chore, but I will do it mostly for one reason: it is bigger. A lot bigger, which means I could possibly have extra seating for company.  This is my main motivating factor.  As I said in my last post, I don't think life is about me; otherwise, I would still be in my old room.  I am generating ideas of what I could do if I hosted a few people: play a board game, have a Bible or book study, or just sit and chat. They sound appealing to serve others in those ways, so I begin.

Desk out. Crib thingy thing in.

Desk in. Dressers moved.

Dressers and bed out. My dresser and bunk bed in.

All my other junk in.

Everything in its proper place.

During this entire process I vacuum when the floor shows itself after moving furniture.  This is a pretty sweet vacuum.  It has an indicator of how much dirt it is collecting.  The picture above shows green, which instinctively means good to go (holding a vacuum, taking a picture of it to make it appear that someone is actually vacuuming, and getting the correct indicator light in the shot was a lot harder than I thought) .  Below shows two orange lights and a red one, which means, "Stop! This carpet is dirtier than Mike Rowe's mouth after a lamb castration!" 

Maybe that was a little graphic, but in case you haven't gagged enough already, look how much dirt was collected in my sister's room and under where my bed used to be.

I decide to play in the dirt ball a little to be fair and show you how much carpet rather than dirt gets sucked up.

The room is livable!

It still feels cluttered, but at least there is nothing on the floor.

Lots of space for guests.

For now, I decided to have the bed out from the wall a bit to store a few things until the walk-in closet is cleaned out.  I also still have many things that can hang on the wall that currently are not.  I kind of like it plain walled right now, but that may change quickly.  I am coming out of a phase where I have liked not having music whether it be driving or in my old dorm.  Plain walls are appealing to my stimulation sensitive mind.

Old dorm with flags I could hang, but they take up a lot of real estate.

I would also like to hang my green screen (shown here in my old dorm) and perhaps get real lighting, but I think I am starting to ask for too much to fit in this room.

One drawback is that there are five doors on the side of the room shown below, and that causes a lot of space to be wasted so that doors are able to be opened.

Wasted space.

And now that I have successfully painted myself through these cleaning blogs as a good house wife, I will try to repair my image and fix a few things around the house.

My vent (which is technically called a register) in my opinion looks hideous.  I find it interesting that I suddenly wake up and realize that I am not watching a movie, but that I can actually change the environment around me.  Before, I suppose my mind saw these ugly things in the house and thought they were normal.  I was wrong.  This reminds me of a story that happened to me many years ago.  I was was getting off the Subway train in New York along with many other passengers.  We all headed towards the escalator and patiently waited each of our turns.  One lady approached the escalator like normal, but then she started to stumble.  In that moment I thought to myself, "I wonder if she is going to fall or make it up okay."  Another older gentlemen acted while I observed the event.  He ran to the emergency stop button and pressed it.  It failed.  She fell backwards, and everyone watched her outstretched body being transported to the higher level.  It was the weirdest thing.  I didn't react.  I just watched.  So now, I learned my lesson and am replacing the register.

As I attempted to remove it, I detected that it was peeling the paint.  I retrieved a razor blade and started to slice around the perimeter.  I wasn't very successful.  It peeled paint, paper, and dry wall.

I went to Lowe's before measuring and guessed its dimensions incorrectly.  Tonight, I went back and found only one model was in stock, and I didn't care for it.  I am going to order one. Which one do you like?  Then, I discovered the kitchen register is craptacular, too, and will order this one because of the shape of our kitchen.  I am also now shopping for a new ceiling fan, a light fixture for the hallway, and maybe a new light fixture for the kitchen table.  We'll see.  This to do list only grows.  I did replace the light in my lava lamp after it has been collecting dust for a few years.

It did some weird stuff when it was warming up for the first time.

I also worked on my refrigerator.  I thought it would be nice to stock it with a few drinks if some friends were over, so I dug it out of the garage.  It's feet were short for carpet and were not at an ideal height to open the door easily.  With a trip to Lowe's I find the correct bolt and nut size.  I line up the nut with the length of the original foot so that I don't screw it in too far.

On one corner, the place where you screw it in, is broken. I find it hard to articulate the problem, but you might be able to tell from this photo:

That little piece on the other side of the white has been dislodged from the rest of the chassis.  So, when the foot is screwed in, it turns and doesn't sit level. Solution: large washer:

Much better.