August 2, 2014

This morning my mom and I met the realtor and fence guy at the new house. We walked the property line and all got on the same page about where the fence was going. After that the fence guy left and we went inside the house with the realtor. My mom wanted to check to see how a rug and curtains she bought looked in the house and I wanted to measure the rooms downstairs. I made quick sketches and got all the relevant measurements. The curtains my mom got ended up being a tad short and she decided the rug was too dark. We stood around and talked with the realtor for awhile before parting ways.

After lunch I left the house again to get my Powerball ticket and put some gas in my car. When I got home I went out in the backyard and under the porch to look at the old picnic table. It has become my job to sand it down and repaint it. My memory of it was pretty bad and I thought it might be easier to just buy new lumber and stain it a nice color. Upon actual inspection, beyond my memory, the table still seems to be in pretty good shape, other than looking like crap because the paint is peeling and nonexistent in many places. My mom isn't interested in staining it, she just wants it painted again, so the goal now is to scrape and sand off all the old paint and then repaint it. Hopefully I can borrow my dad's power sander because it is going to take me forever to sand it by hand.

Before coming back inside I shook and brushed myself off a little as a precaution because I had been standing under the porch for awhile looking at the table. My precaution turned out to be a failure about thirty minutes later when I was sitting at my computer and all of a sudden a spider crawled out onto my hand. I instinctively flicked my hand and the spider fell onto my keyboard. Thankfully it was big enough not to fall into the keyboard. I sat there for a second, again wondering why I didn't have a cup in my room, especially after so recently finding a spider in my room. And then I remembered the DVD spindle cover so I grabbed that and looked around for something to cover it with. When I had that ready, I someone managed to persuade the spider off my keyboard and then flicked it into the spindle cover. I then safely released it back outside. I've had about enough of spiders crawling on my person. I'm good for awhile.

A lot of my day was spent figuring out my future rooms. I wanted to draw the dimensions of the big room out on the computer because I thought it would be cleaner than my sketch. I wanted to be dimensionally accurate and that would have taken forever in Gimp and I didn't want to download SketchUp again. I'm pretty sure I could still do a pretty decent job in AutoCAD but I don't have that anymore and I didn't really want to relearn SketchUp. Instead, I looked for a free option online. There were a couple decent ones but they were all a bit of a pain in the butt. I ended up just breaking out a piece of paper, ruler, and a pencil and went old school with it. An inch became a millimeter and it all fit nicely on the paper. This came in handy when trying to visualize where stuff would go. The smaller room, which I'm pretty sure will be my bedroom is a basic rectangular shape so I was fine just working off my sketch for the visualization of that one. I think I have the general layout for both rooms decided on but I have thought that before so I'm not holding my breath.

I took a break from crocheting today because my I'm still feeling it from all that I did yesterday. I am hoping I will be able to get back into it tomorrow. I should also start working on cleaning and packing. I don't have any boxes or anything so I can't actually pack but I can decide what all I can get rid of and actually get rid of it. When I picture what my new rooms will look like, it is devoid of all the crap I currently have. But I'm still going to have a lot of that crap because I deem it to be important crap. But I need to purge it.

One thing I won't be purging are books. My goal was to have them all organized on shelves but I'm not sure how likely that will be. According to LibraryThing, my books require over 100 feet of shelf space, and that doesn't include the several feet I have added recently with my grandma's books. I did some very rough math involving the big Ikea bookcase I am thinking about getting and it came out to me needing seven of them. I don't have the space or the money for that. The book situation is going to require some more thinking.