Home Improvements, Part 3
Nov. 17th, 2019 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI painted behind the china cupboard and behind the stove and above the cabinets. I have a teensy bit more to do (including some drywall touch-up and stuff) plus the rest of the hallway and then the kitchen-livingroom continuum is painted. The part that is done looks damn nice. My paintings (artwork) look a lot better for being cleaned off and windex'd where appropriate.
I threw stuff out. Ugh. Such a pain in my ass. I suck at throwing things away. I mean, I did it, but I could probably do more. Among the things I tossed: Two Stubben saddles, neither one under thirty years old. Yes, yes, I can hear you now. Which_chick, why do you have two Stubben saddles sitting in your living room? I can explain. Last year when it was super wet and I was distracted with Dying Mare and Dead Baby Horse and stuff, everything else in my world was mildewing. And in that group of Mildewing Things was also the pair of Stubben saddles, which at the time were living in the tack shed over at the horse people's. But they were turning green, which is not a good color for saddles, so I took them home to my house and cleaned them up and they just sort of sat there afterwards being, y'know, full of inertia.
So anyway. The one Stubben fit my Dead Mare perfectly. I rode her in it. It was her saddle. It started to come apart a few years back so I took it to the saddle repair lady who said very hmph things about how it was a gazillion years old and falling apart and totally unsafe and blah blah blah. And probably she was right about all of that, but still. I kept the Stubben because I loved it and it fit the Dead Mare, whom I also loved. But now the Dead Mare is dead and the saddle doesn't fit anyone else and also it's older than dirt and allegedly unsafe, full of inertia and sitting in my living room while I'm trying to declutter.
I cut out the seat and the flaps with a utility knife, for later. I have a plan. The rest of the saddle is gone and what I've kept takes up a lot less room. The other Stubben, almost as old, never fit anyone well enough to become an emotionally vested thing. It is also gone.
Anyway, I have a perfectly good modern saddle that has been professionally fitted to my damn horse and gets fit-checked every spring. There is no reason for me to hang on to antiques that don't fit any horse.
I also cleaned out another cupboard in the kitchen and threw away things that I do not want or need from there. It is possible that I could DO BETTER by dropping off things at Goodwill or whatever but seeing as how I haven't got any real fire behind my desire to throw shit away in the first place, let us not admit impediments to the barely flickering flames of enthusiasm that I can muster, here.
I knitted some squares for the bathroom afghan. I now have 6 squares, which makes me about 1/20th of the way done on the squares front.
I mulched the asparagus bed, the snowball bush, and the mock orange with horse poop from the barn, about a 6" layer all 'round. (This included shoveling said horse poop, which is dry and fluffy, into six 100 lb feed sacks and schlepping the sacks up to the pickup, about sixty steps from the barn due to not-great-access.)
I also rode my horse -- it was chilly out but not horrible.
Thing that didn't get done: laundry.
I threw stuff out. Ugh. Such a pain in my ass. I suck at throwing things away. I mean, I did it, but I could probably do more. Among the things I tossed: Two Stubben saddles, neither one under thirty years old. Yes, yes, I can hear you now. Which_chick, why do you have two Stubben saddles sitting in your living room? I can explain. Last year when it was super wet and I was distracted with Dying Mare and Dead Baby Horse and stuff, everything else in my world was mildewing. And in that group of Mildewing Things was also the pair of Stubben saddles, which at the time were living in the tack shed over at the horse people's. But they were turning green, which is not a good color for saddles, so I took them home to my house and cleaned them up and they just sort of sat there afterwards being, y'know, full of inertia.
So anyway. The one Stubben fit my Dead Mare perfectly. I rode her in it. It was her saddle. It started to come apart a few years back so I took it to the saddle repair lady who said very hmph things about how it was a gazillion years old and falling apart and totally unsafe and blah blah blah. And probably she was right about all of that, but still. I kept the Stubben because I loved it and it fit the Dead Mare, whom I also loved. But now the Dead Mare is dead and the saddle doesn't fit anyone else and also it's older than dirt and allegedly unsafe, full of inertia and sitting in my living room while I'm trying to declutter.
I cut out the seat and the flaps with a utility knife, for later. I have a plan. The rest of the saddle is gone and what I've kept takes up a lot less room. The other Stubben, almost as old, never fit anyone well enough to become an emotionally vested thing. It is also gone.
Anyway, I have a perfectly good modern saddle that has been professionally fitted to my damn horse and gets fit-checked every spring. There is no reason for me to hang on to antiques that don't fit any horse.
I also cleaned out another cupboard in the kitchen and threw away things that I do not want or need from there. It is possible that I could DO BETTER by dropping off things at Goodwill or whatever but seeing as how I haven't got any real fire behind my desire to throw shit away in the first place, let us not admit impediments to the barely flickering flames of enthusiasm that I can muster, here.
I knitted some squares for the bathroom afghan. I now have 6 squares, which makes me about 1/20th of the way done on the squares front.
I mulched the asparagus bed, the snowball bush, and the mock orange with horse poop from the barn, about a 6" layer all 'round. (This included shoveling said horse poop, which is dry and fluffy, into six 100 lb feed sacks and schlepping the sacks up to the pickup, about sixty steps from the barn due to not-great-access.)
I also rode my horse -- it was chilly out but not horrible.
Thing that didn't get done: laundry.
