It takes a Heart to make a Home
This is from the previous version of tecknologi.
Originally published at www.teknopagan.com/C224922615/E20070507042731
Not ignoring this blog, just many many piles.
One of the reasons I haven't updated this blog lately is because of what Patrick F. McManus calls a situational vortex. You start one thing, but before you can really get going on that project, you really need to do such and such. And if you are going to do such and such, you need to get the thingabob that your neighbor borrowed. But if you go over there, you're going to have to keep your promise and help with that bit you said you would help him with.
And this entry is shaping up to be one of those things.
Okay, DEEP breath.
When I first bought and moved into my house, I was on the road quite a bit. So the house became more of a place for my stuff than a home. I never really decorated it. Heck, I never really organized it. Even after I hung up my necktie and stopped being a Corporate Clone, I never really did much in the house. Oh, the occasional sex play, and I ate and slept there, but it really wasn't a home so to speak.
Over the last few weeks I have decided that the thing that makes a house a home is at least one "heart," a place in the house to bring satisfaction and fulfillment to the people who live there. It could be a garage set up to work on a custom car, a kitchen designed to cook amazing meals, a home theatre, a studio, a music room, or almost anything else. It doesn't have to be a very big space, just a dedicated one.
Now I had converted part of my garage to a library. And when we weren't sure where my dad would end up, I converted the front bathroom to handicapped accessible. But that was about it.
So I decided to make my own sanctum, a place for me and no one else. A workroom, a thinking space, and a small office. At the time, I didn't really understand that a home NEEDS a heart. Now I do and I have been going through all my stuff bit by bit to decide what is going out there and what is not. And tossing out quite a bit.
See, the thing that prompted all this was that I acquired two large pieces of furniture that I really didn't have space for. One was a 1957 executive desk and the other was a workbench with a shelf thing on the top. The desk has sentimental value, my stepfather has had it since the 1960s. And the workbench, well it has possibilities.
And the end of this, I shouldn't have to work at my kitchen table if I need to spread out, or move my keyboard if I need to balance my checkbook. But getting there, oh that has been interesting.
Just for an example, I am not refinishing the desk just yet. It had a top of Plexiglas over cardboard with stamps glued to it. I didn't want to have just the stamps showing because it is enough to make your eyes cross, so I decided to use a sheet of embossed copper wrapping paper between the Plexiglas and the stamps. Small problem, the Plexiglas is more than 25 years old. It's stained. Some of the stamps stuck to it. So after about twelve to fourteen hours trying to clean the old sheet, I just ordered a new one.
But the whole project has been like that.
Which statues go in there and why? Which books? How much work area? What lights?
Anyway, I will be putting photos in this section soon.