…which, when occupied by two dressers, a twin bed, a chair, a laundry hamper and a big hole in the floor, feels more like zero square feet.
I thought about that this afternoon after finally getting the big dresser down (intact!) from the loft. And then I thought, wow, there’s a lot of space up here now.
No, you can’t see it. It is pretty much all my architectural sins remembered. Think Bart Simpson’s treehouse, but lots dustier than that. Anyway it’ll make a dandy storage area.
Speaking of shelves, …
I do have lumber for the bookshelf over the bed, which I need to finish before I can put up the bedside light. Big Brother sent me one of those nice 12V LED strip lights that worked so well in the kitchen. I put it someplace safe and clever, apparently on a planet other than this one.
This morning I developed a theory that a packrat had stolen it, along with a great many other things, and hid it under a big shelf in the powershed. I so convinced myself of the truth of this theory that I spent over an hour hauling out all the contents of the shelf and the shelf itself, and then I shoveled out all the nesting material* and combed through it as it went into the burn barrel.
I found a bunch of missing stuff, but no luck on the lamp. So now I have all this to clean up. Not all wasted effort, of course, I want that shelf for the loft. But it didn’t need to happen today.
So anyway. Making progress. Much work to do before I’m done, and I have to get all that yard stuff under cover somehow. Seriously, I may just cover it with a tarp for now. But probably not.
*No, Zelda. I was naked and barefoot, and sucked in great lungfuls of rat-tainted air. In me, the Zika Virus will grow strong.