Well, Chez Disenchanted is about to be in disarray. You see, The Coach’s mother offered us an antique dining room table, so he rented a van (long story about the clusterfuck at Enterprise has been omitted) and drove to her house. I was going to go along — really I was — but was afraid that The Breathe of Death Doggie would end up scratching up the antique table so I stayed home with the critters. Of course, in order to fit the new antique in the house, we have to do some furniture shifting:
- Table/Chairs from breakfast nook: To MIL’s House
- Old Shelf from C’s Office: To front porch to organize gardening stuff.
- C’s new bookshelf: From basement to office.*
- C’s old desk: Stored for Big Trash Day.
- C’s old futon: Stored for Big Trash Day.
- D’s old desk: To C’s Office.
- Library/Dining Room Desk: To D’s Office.
- Library/Dining Room Bookshelves: To D’s Office.
- D’s old bookshelves: To C’s Office b/c they match the desk.
- C’s old blond bookshelves: To the spare bedroom.
- Old white crates: From spare room to storage.
- New antique table: To dining room.
- New computer desk: To breakfast nook.
- Old desktop computer: To breakfast nook.
Yeah, it’s going to be a fucking mess around here. Eventually, the fancy bookshelf from the dining room will go in the living room. The fancy curio cabinet from the living room is going to the dining room. New built ins are going along the back wall of the living room. And the tacky black bookshelf from the living room will move to the upstairs hallway.
All because of a new table.
Well, not really. We’ve lived in this house for three years and The Coach really hasn’t unpacked his office. It’s boxes, furniture rejects, and piles of junk in there. He needs a usable space, thus he needs a decent desk that will hold his TV and video equipment. You know, for making those football highlight films. While I loved my desk when I bought it, my faithful readers will remember day that my MIL put a huge fuckin’ gash across the top of it. That was the day I stopped loving the desk. {Oh well} Plus, the library thing has never really panned out for me because the dogs bark too much when I work downstairs. Basically, we’re trying to use our space better.
* The Coach built this bookshelf all by his lonesome. He’s very proud of it because all the shelves are level. It was an experiment to see if he could figure out how to build the build-ins for the living room. All this work, simply because we have so many damned books. I remember reading a biography once; in the book, a woman stated that her father was a professor — which meant they were always cash poor, but book rich. Yeah, that would be us!
