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So on this brisk snowy Monday things are quiet here. Bridget is at Driver’s Ed. this week. The instructor, who has taught a number of our kids, is named Ed. So yes, they call him Driver’s Ed. The good news is that he was there this morning. The bad news is that no other kids were anywhere in sight, which was just weird. It’s going to be a long vacation week if my homeschooled daughter has Driver’s Ed all to herself… but she did take a phone, so I’m going to assume that it all worked out!
I am going to show you my closet of fabulousness.
To refresh — BEFORE:
Yes, that was bad. Peeling paint, prison off-white/acid yellow color, missing plaster, everything shoved in there. You can see someone (Deirdre, I think) had made, long ago, a half-hearted attempt to label a shelf or two.
Risk? I’ll tell you what’s a Risk — venturing to play one of these games or do a puzzle. You Risk pulling everything down on your head!
Who needs Hens and Chicks when the closet itself is one of those games where, pull one bit out and the spring-loaded mechanism flings them all at you!
But now, ta-DA!!! It’s all bright white and fixed up and clean.
Games on one shelf. Puzzles on another. Things that littles can get for themselves within reach. Things that they shouldn’t, a bit higher up. There are floor puzzles that are fine for them, and I would like to say that the red marble run on the floor there is something I got out of someone’s trash long ago. It remains one of the best-loved toys in our house! A two-year old can pull it out and play with it for an hour.
And while I did throw some things away and give away a few others — most notably two boxes of VHS tapes, since we no longer have a player — I have to say that for the most part, things were in good shape. For instance, all the numbers are present and accounted for in that Bingo game. Not that I really want it.
The knowledge that it wasn’t a hopeless tangle consoled me. Really, it was the space itself that needed cleaning up. Long ago, but better late than never! Lots of kids still come and play here, so it’s worth it to me to have it neat and tidy and not just shut the door, forgetting about it forever.
Confidential to Twitter and Gwenny, yes we did put the records back, but only because there are massive amounts of space in there and The Chief is recording them onto computer files (by means of a turntable-and-computer-hookup) and needed to have a chance to catalogue them, which he did yesterday. Once he has determined that they are a. all recorded and b. the recordings work, we will figure out what to do with them.)
I think next year I might put all my Christmas decorations on the top shelf and never go in what we call “The Dark Attic” again. Or maybe I should have The Dark Attic painted! Hmmm….