We walked as serious rain fell yesterday morning, and as we walked I realized that I would indeed be working again in the studio. But I need a new bucket. The one I have leaks, so we went into the village to get me a new bucket that will enable me to do a good job of washing the studio floor and the second garden lounger that I will be giving to Colleen.
I lit a fire in the studio before we left for the village so that when we got home and I got back to work in there, it was toasty warm. After three days of fires, all the dampness is slowly disappearing from everything in the studio. But what a bloody mess is everywhere. The windows were covered in cobwebs, egg sacs, and spider pee and poop. I had to scrub everything including the space heaters that are never used and are, therefore, ideal homes for peeing, pooping spiders.
However, whereas I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel, there is some light coming from the slowly expanding area that I have vacuumed and scrubbed. I’ve decided to move the sofa in the studio, back into the house. I cannot junk it. It was a very expensive purchase through Roche Bobois, and the material covering it is beautiful. Yes, it is worn, but its frame is in fine shape. So, I’ll bring it back in.
If I could cut the claws of my cats, I would get new chairs, but I know that were I to do that, their claws would soon damage them. But neither Fred nor Ethel likes to be held. They are wonderful loving creatures, but there’s a line that I cannot cross. Otherwise, I would cut their claws to protect my furniture. Aleck and Leon, my previous beloveds were very comfortable with me clipping their claws. Alas, not with Bengals.
The two lounge chairs have gone. They are in Colleen’s care now. And I’ve moved two large bags of garbage, one of which is very heavy, into the shed. And the large tarpaulin that covered part of the floor of the studio is out. That has allowed me to get the floor vacuumed, but it will soon be covered in shite again. All the garden furniture is loaded with needles that will spill everywhere when I move them. As I said when I began this project, it’s going to take a long time to get the place clean and tidy.
I took a box of art and craft supplies over to David, next door. Ursula, I hope, will take them for the daycare centre. And I asked Dave to help me move the sofa in the studio into my house and the one in my house to the studio. He’s going to help me do that today, and that will bring an end to the studio cleaning project. I worked like mad yesterday and got very close to finishing, but my foot was killing me, and I was a sweaty mess. But duty called and so Her Highness and I went for our afternoon walk, and when we got back, I had a very quick shower and then got into the spa for a very, very well-deserved float.
And then, the brood was fed, the chaise was cleared of needles and Sheba, the electric blanket was turned on, and dinner was prepared. It was chaise time! Hurrah! But things went wrong. I had some gel caps of marijuana as I’ve done many times before. But last night took a bad turn. I felt sick to my stomach at times, but the worst was the total collapse of my being. I was deeply distressed. At times I feared I would pass out. I worried that I’d not be able to get to the bedroom.
Walking was brutally difficult. I was so hampered, I left lights, fans and the television on and focused on simply getting into bed. For the first time that I can ever remember, I did not brush my teeth. I fell into bed and awoke at 4:15 this morning, and I am fine, as I thought I would be.
Today, Dave helps me move my sofas, and I finish up the few remaining tasks in the studio that I will do without needing a fire lit in there. I’ll walk with Her Highness of course, and I may do some sorting, clearing, and cleaning of the pantry. I’m also going to go through the three closets and chuck all the stuff I want. Then I’ll be ready to call Gabriola Disposal to take away my three large bags of garbage from the studio/closet clean up.
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