Writing and the frustrations of moving house
This year I have set myself a goal of averaging about four hours of writing and blogging every day. Some days are good, some days are great and then some days are…not so good. So far I am ahead of schedule but there is the constant threat of life getting in the way.
New Sleeping Arrangements:
Last week our new bed arrived. We been talking about replacing the old one for some time now. Aching backs from a sagging mattress was the final straw that broke the camel’s back… well actually, we don’t let camels sleep in our bed. So we went and bought a new bed. Very cosy. It hhhhuuuuggggs your body. Very nice. I am definitely sleeping better.
Part of the decision about the bed included a total reorganisation of our home. No – we are not moving house, but it feels like it. The new bed went straight into the guest bedroom which meant that the old bed there had to move out first. Now we need to clean out our old bedroom and convert that into a new office. Big job. Plenty of hassles and frustrations. Then the existing office will become the guest room but it has to been cleaned out of office stuff first. Then it will need new carpet. It is like we are rotating our rooms in an anticlockwise direction. It is like moving house but you don’t change your address.
All this extra effort is hard physical work and time consuming. It also means less time for reading and writing. This can mean frustrations and unnecessary anxieties. And life still goes on all around with all of the expectations of other people. Still, when finished, I will have a lovely “new” office with a much nicer view from the window looking out over the garden.