random acts of blogness
If you give a mom with ADD a muffin, an employee of the United States Postal Service will likely find it in the mailbox the next day (provided she is a U.S. mom). So too with the thoughts - a million little stories and ideas flit through the brain on an hourly basis. None of them stick around long enough for conflict resolution. Heck, some of them don’t even have the endurance to make it through character introduction. Considering the fact that I believe it is possible my memory is using all of its limited and valuable resources holding onto this potpourri of thoughts, I am going to spew them out on you lovely people in hopes of freeing up some disk space in the old brain.
the rolling chair of doom
Awhile back, we rearranged our office/den to make it more aesthetically pleasing. At first the venture was successful, but eventually (okay, in less than a month) the general messiness returned. But all is not right with the world.
We live in an old house – one of those old houses where you can’t find a truly square corner, where shims and creative molding are a common part of daily life.
My husband is about a foot taller than me, and although we have something like ten computers in this house if you count the laptops, he and I share a computer.
On the surface, it would appear that there would be no possible connection between repainting and rearranging our office, having an old house, and being shorter than my husband. Of course, I learned long ago that surfaces are often misleading.
The chair in the office is set to my husband’s height. I usually curl my legs up next to me or prop them on something anyway, and it is easier than remembering to reset the height on the chair. This means, of course, that my feet just barely brush the ground if I point my toes.
Before we moved things around in here, the desk was on the opposite side of the room. It works better this way except for one thing. Remember that “old house” comment? Old houses sometimes have floors which are less than level.
I have always known God has a sense of humor. After all, we are created in His image, and one of the things which sets us apart from the animal kingdom at large is our ability to find humor in life.
Sometimes, when I am sitting here typing, my chair decides to go on a voyage toward the center of the room. Remember the tall husband? I can’t just put my feet down. Occasionally, I try in vain to pull myself back into position by grabbing onto the desk. I don’t know why I do this. The desk just comes along for the ride.
If, perchance, I have just started getting into the swing of preparing a homeschool lesson, it is almost guaranteed that one of the youngest will attempt to climb onto the chair. I like to think of it as roller coaster training.
And now I’ve gone and stayed up too late to unload any of my other random thoughts.
the rolling chair of doom
Awhile back, we rearranged our office/den to make it more aesthetically pleasing. At first the venture was successful, but eventually (okay, in less than a month) the general messiness returned. But all is not right with the world.
We live in an old house – one of those old houses where you can’t find a truly square corner, where shims and creative molding are a common part of daily life.
My husband is about a foot taller than me, and although we have something like ten computers in this house if you count the laptops, he and I share a computer.
On the surface, it would appear that there would be no possible connection between repainting and rearranging our office, having an old house, and being shorter than my husband. Of course, I learned long ago that surfaces are often misleading.
The chair in the office is set to my husband’s height. I usually curl my legs up next to me or prop them on something anyway, and it is easier than remembering to reset the height on the chair. This means, of course, that my feet just barely brush the ground if I point my toes.
Before we moved things around in here, the desk was on the opposite side of the room. It works better this way except for one thing. Remember that “old house” comment? Old houses sometimes have floors which are less than level.
I have always known God has a sense of humor. After all, we are created in His image, and one of the things which sets us apart from the animal kingdom at large is our ability to find humor in life.
Sometimes, when I am sitting here typing, my chair decides to go on a voyage toward the center of the room. Remember the tall husband? I can’t just put my feet down. Occasionally, I try in vain to pull myself back into position by grabbing onto the desk. I don’t know why I do this. The desk just comes along for the ride.
If, perchance, I have just started getting into the swing of preparing a homeschool lesson, it is almost guaranteed that one of the youngest will attempt to climb onto the chair. I like to think of it as roller coaster training.
And now I’ve gone and stayed up too late to unload any of my other random thoughts.
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