I admit it. I have a lot of homely stuff. Some of my favorite stuff is homely: vintage books with cracking, faded bindings; printed papers and articles stuffed into loose leaf notebooks; notebooks and journals of all sizes; old magazines of odd sizes. The homely stuff is perhaps more interesting to me than the pretty things. Those things don’t inspire me in the way that ideas do.
Anyway, when we moved to the modular home, we brought with us one of those cheap, “some construction required” bookcases which we set up inside the back door in the utility room. It served a purpose, holding cookbooks, cleaning supplies, Nellie’s accessories. From there it became a catch-all and an eyesore. It was impossible to keep it clean and eventually I noticed that the bindings on my cookbooks were fading in the sunlight which streamed through the back door of an afternoon. I suggested a cabinet with doors would be a better alternative for the spot. I dreamed of a nice piece of furniture, but in my dreams I had more room. Unfortunately the space is neither wide nor deep, so we again opted for a “some assembly required” cabinet which we purchased at Home Depot last night on our way home from the movie, J. Edgar.
The cabinet came in a flat box -- six feet tall and barely five inches deep -- and it was heavy! It took two associates and Mike to load it into the Magnum. This morning at home Mike and I (mostly Mike) had to unload it without benefit of assistance. Just lifting it up a few inches was difficult. The idea was to slide it out and lay it vertically on the garage floor behind the car, then back the car out over it so that we could open the box and do some initial construction in the garage. We only needed five inches of clearance to back over the box. Did we have those five inches? No! Fortunately Mike was backing slowly when we discovered this.
On to Plan B: Open box in garage and carry pieces to house for construction project. Despite confined quarters, this worked. But first, I had to empty the old bookcase and clean that corner.
What happened to the bookcase? Well, we carried it to “Hallie’s room” where we squeezed it into the back corner for storage of the homely stuff. It’s not aesthetic, but it meets a need for now.
It took Mike about four hours to construct the new storage unit. Now when you come to my back door, it will look like this. I have more “settling in” to do tomorrow.
All in all, it was a productive day. I also bought our Christmas cards. And I made raspberry sauce with my own frozen raspberries. I thickened them with cornstarch, then strained the seeds. I’ll serve it over the black bottom vanilla pie I made. KW