I like to make plans. No, that can be stressful. I like to have plans. I like to know someone is coming to visit or that we’re going to visit someone or go on a trip. I like the lists and the anticipation. I don’t always like having to do all the things on my lists, but having someone come over is often the push I need to get something done. Like…oh, I don’t know…scrubbing clean the rocking chairs and swing on the front porch. They are really really dirty, and I would like to be able to use them without covering them with a towel first.
We’re thinking about redoing our guest room. It kinda sucks as a guest room for more than one person, as many of you know. We keep two twin beds in there, one trundled under the other most of the time. When we pull the second bed out, the open floor space completely disappears. Sure, you can put your suitcase on the floor at the foot of the bed, but you’ll have to leap from the doorway onto the bed to go to sleep. One twin bed leaves a lot more space, but it’s not very often that we only have one guest at a time. We’ve talked about replacing the twins with a double bed, but I just did some measuring, and I’m not sure that’s going to work. If we put it one way, it blocks the closet, another way and it’ll block the door – there are two possibilities left, and I need to really see it before I’ll know if it will work. I have that problem with spatial…things. I need to see it all laid out in front of me. My imagination doesn’t really work with furniture.