Well, our house looks pretty weird by now. The walls are bare--that's something we haven't seen since we painted before we moved in! As we were wrapping and packing art, I commented to the MO, "We really do have a lot of art, don't we?" And he said, "That's why we're not rich." He was kidding, but that didn't stop me from thinking that the art itself qualifies as riches. We have beautiful pieces that we've picked out together, things like we like individually, stuff that came with each of us from "before".... And it all is part of who we are. I mean, if the roof blows off and the house falls down and we lose it all, we will get new art, and some of it will be from the same artists, even, and it will be just as wonderful, but I'd miss these pieces that contribute to how we are right now.
The living room is full of plants from the front porch. The office has been denuded of desktop clutter (well, the clutter has been relocated, at least) and all the bookcases are taped up with garbage bags. (Two bookcases are next to windows, there's not really anywhere to move them, and we figure this is the room most likely to leak even if a window doesn't break. Old house. Original windows. Not exactly hermetically sealed.) The game shelf (the window seat in the dining room) is nekkid, all its contents wrapped up in plastic bags and distributed on various flat surfaces around the house. The dresser-tops in my bathroom, the only place in the house where knick-knacks are allowed, are swept clean. Before long we'll move the dressers away from the windows up against the interior wall. The tub is full (nearly overfull--I almost forgot about it!) because I refuse to not be able to at last sponge-bathe. I even bought some of that water-less shampoo, so if we're without water for more than a day we'll see if that stuff really works.
But meanwhile, we wait. There has been lots of waiting. Which really is better than just suddenly having a catastrophe dropped on your head, I understand that, but it is a little odd.
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