Diaz y Noches

With us evacuating (precautionarily), our power being shut off intermittently over the course of two weeks, and our groceries being lost repeatedly, we’ve been feeling unsettled and it’s taken a toll on us and the house.

It’s a mess.

And I’ve been feeling so behind in maintenance that I’ve been taking my days off this week to really attack the disorganization. I’m getting rid of a ton of stuff, finally putting things back where they belong, folding laundry, running the dishwasher, cleaning the shower…

And rearranging furniture.

Two bookshelves; a dining table, chairs; two desks; and a sofa.
Well, almost a sofa. I wanted to move it upstairs, but it’s too heavy and the landing is too narrow for me to navigate it on my own. But I really want to get it done.

I spent way too long trying to shove it up those dang stairs, trying different ways to move it up that incline. I even tried balancing the bottom end on my head while pushing it up, but after a couple of slips – and my life flashing before my eyes – I figured it wasn’t going to work. And probably not safe to be trying while home alone.

The say that no one is more determined than a woman rearranging furniture by herself. And that determined part of me is saying, “I can do this! Try it one more time. The other part is saying, “It’s okay to need help.” For the first time, I’m listening to that second voice. I’m leaving the sofa at the bottom of the stairs until P gets back home and is able to help.

But I’m not gonna like it.