Home Alone
No, it’s not as notorious as the movies that depicted “Home Alone.”
Function in our home is paramount. We only have 720 square feet on the main level and it has to work at full functionality. Dennis left for the Northrup trade show early this morning. I didn’t really have a plan until I was fully awake. Getting the beds tidy is one of the first things on the list.
The sun decided to shine today and that put a whole new slant on what I was seeing. The first step several days ago was to take out the tower computer out of the west porch of our home. That was easy. Today the sun was giving me power and I tackled the desk that has been in the porch for the better part of twenty years. It’s one of those that is mostly sawdust and glue . . . and heavy.
Who knew what was hiding behind the desk! There were two power strips attached to the back side of the desk to which all was attached to. It had been a wonderful way to keep miles and miles of cords controlled. I got a pillow so I could get down on the floor with my titanium knees. I made sure I took off my slippers as I knew I would need my bare feet for friction control when I decided to get up off the knees and floor. In the midst of it all was my cell phone. I was prepared. I tackled the electronic mess. We have cable television, we have Internet and up until a short time ago we had landline phones. Tackling taking the desk apart was the least of my challenges. I was home alone, I had no one to convince that this was a good thing to do. I was on my own. I knew in the end, I needed the modem to be protected as that would allow Internet and television going forward after today. The rest of the paraphernalia was a slow process of what needed to be saved and what was totally not necessary.
I checked the desk and of course they had the wonky hexagon screws that held it together. As luck would have it . . . I had one of those bits to put into a screwdriver. The working of the screwdriver and the screws took me a very long time. None of the screws had been stripped but dang those screws were long and my hands called “uncle” several times. I have no doubt Dennis would have used a power tool. I had all day and in the end . . . mission completion.
At the end of my project, I have tidied up and all tools used have been put back. The television in the porch works and the precious modem is fully functional. Nailed it! I have always enjoyed reading in this porch. With three sides of windows it has great natural light. I can envision having a very comfortable chair with a side table for a coffee or a tea cup. Those plans and dreams are for another day.
I know Dennis will shake his head when he comes home and sees the desk in pieces next to the back door. We had talked about it several times so it won’t be a total surprise. As heavy as the desk was, we had nowhere that it could have been put to use. I had measured it for my sewing machine. It was only 26 inches tall and it would have needed bricks under it to make it work and it was larger than what would have been ideal. Sometimes in small homes . . . less is more.