I live in a turn of the century small…read 1200 sq. ft. small…Victorian house. I love it. I love its crookedy walls, I love its creaking floors, I adore the floor length windows and what is left of the original woodwork. I love to imagine the people who first lived in it, and the people who built it. If I could go back in time though, I’d wring their scrawny. little. necks. Not only did they use inferior foundational materials, whoever made the blueprints of this living area was smokin’ something. And they had to have been smoking it for a loooong time!!
The boy and I rearranged the part of the living area of the house Friday.
It was so necessary that I canceled school for the day. I needed the boy’s brawn. Why?
Because I had to move my computer desk.
What in the world would possess me to move this massive hunk of particle board?
Why would I spend 2 long and sweaty hours clearing EVERY piece of junk off my desk, strewing it all over creation, heaving that thing around the room, and putting all that much needed junk back on???
I’ll show you.
That7 x 12 inch piece of metal is the only heating vent on this side of the living area. There are only 2 others in a room that is 25 x 12, and it was being covered up by the massive desk. I am sure that 3 small vents in a room this size was just fine when this house had a coal furnace. I am sure that this living room was one toasty place to be, but now the house is in possession of a fuel efficient, energy saving furnace and I need every vent available. Hence the moving of the monster desk.
Do you have a huge computer desk?