Paint and Piano

The basement is a mess.  And I don’t like a mess.   But sometimes a mess has to happen in order for order to follow.   We’ve been revamping our mechanical room.   I’m going to use the word, “revamping” because it’s a mechanical room with a concrete floor, exposed studs on two sides and poured concrete on the other two others walls.  There is an HVAC system, lots of wires and a ceiling covered in the innards of a house normally hidden behind sheetrock, but we came up with plans for the room and now we’re executing them.

The floor is now a nice dark blue.   One concrete wall is an adobe red and with the other being a moss green.   We have a rug coming that will add even more color and warmth to the area.   One half of the room will house two pinball machines and an arcade machine with possibly a dart board at some point in the future.   The other half of the room—the uncarpeted half in the back—will be a workshop for my husband and his power tool toys.

The room is looking up, but the remainder of the basement is piled with stuff while the painting and drying of multiple coats happens.   In a week or so it’s going to look nice and I’ll be happy because everything will be back in place.   Then I’ll move on to the basement and attic which has grown in piles and boxes to make room for the other things we wanted to put in the mechanical room.

We got an addition to the basement tonight, the piano that had been sitting in our garage for several days that couldn’t fit up our stairs.   I wasn’t keen on it going down here but it looks nice on the back wall and was played about three minutes after it was rolled against the wall by one of the children who bounded down the stairs to see its arrival from outside.

I like things up and away.  In their place.   I’m going to finish this blog post for tonight and walk around all the things currently out of place surrounding my desk and look forward to next week having a tidier, more colorful, restocked mechanical room.

The Big Boy Update:  My son has had two bad tantrums in the past two days.   Since he started school in a new class this week it is likely adjustment to new schedules and changes in his life.    But tantrums, especially ones where you throw things and hit people aren’t tolerated, so he lost some privileges.   He was so mad today he went out on the front porch and was planning to leave, saying he didn’t want to be a member of this family any more.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Uncle Brian watched my daughter climbing the door frames today and told her she was very athletic.   She asked him what athletic meant.   He explained.   Once she understood she told him, “I’m a very fun person.”