In medias res

I’ve gotten so used to the remodeling chaos around here that when I got home (to B’s home) from work this evening, I thought about cleaning the floors a bit, then discarded the idea since the Shop Vac is outside.

Tangentially, any time you are reduced to using a Shop Vac to clean the floors inside, it means that you have a lot of mess on your hands.

It seems like I’m reaching inertia on the cleaning, though. And it’s not the living room and bedroom demo, or the dry walling, or the painting, or the other activities that produce mountains of dust and ruble at B’s. It’s the living out of bags. My mother would probably call it the wages of sin or something. I got to my house every week or so, or as often as needed to collect my mail and grab a few more clothing articles. It’s moving out by attrition, or moving in by increments, like the proverbial camel who edges into the tent.

I’ve been pretty happy playing house over here, and certainly am happy with B. Fantastically happy. But it really is a disaster zone, albeit a constantly improving disaster zone. Even B feels like he has no space in his house, as it’s overrun with tools and construction stuff. I have even less space.

I’m reminded of my loner tendencies, too. I have been less active by necessity, and this has resulted in a total loss of my *by myself* wanderings around. It’s just too hard to do any more driving and walking than is absolutely required by my work. The days I can actually drive to the office, I come home to whimper and elevate my foot.

The little bursts of spring we are having make me want to be out and about and active and organizing and sprucing. Sprucing is a wonderful word. But, it looks like my spring cleaning might be relegated to just hanging out and making sure a cleaning service does an acceptable job of returning the place to normalcy.

And we did pick out a great paint color for the dining room last night, so there’s that. That and my idea for an iPhone app that lets you store room dimensions and enter furniture sizes on the fly (read: while at West Elm) to see how they will work in the space. Ohhhh Jesus. If there already is one, I’m giving my BlackBerry to my sister and switching phone carriers.