A lack of time has prevented me from blogging like I want to. That said, I found a name for the place. Elsewhere. When I look out at the land and at the woods, I can't help but feel that that is the right name for such a place. The interior is looking great, and most of the painting is done...but not all. There are still a few rooms to be completed, and tonight will find me Elsewhere, rolling up my sleeves and getting back to the painting...

This is me, first starting the project. Yes, that is the tiny paintbrush I use to cut in the spaces above the trim. It makes my hands hurt less and gives me more stamina, even if it does take a little longer. Don't judge me! ;-)

Now that the main walls are done, I will show you this photo of the living room. It's a photo taken before I started the painting, so it's not the right colors. But it will give you a good idea of where I am going with the rest of the decor. The house just seems to want to be part of the land, while at the same time being warm and inviting....

Like I said, it's just the start. When it's done, it will be much different, but the furniture will still be basically placed the same. I will take more pictures when the floor is done. For now, this is my color palette...

After all the "hurry up and wait" of buying a house, I find myself back in a version of "hurry up and wait." We want to move into the new place, but logistical problems mean that the painting and carpet-replacement has us at the apartment for a little longer. Not too much longer, but longer. I have been daunted by the 15 foot high ceilings that cause some of the walls to require a ladder to be painted. I did acquire a ladder, but getting up on it has proven to be daunting. I'm not good with heights, so I decided to get an estimate from a local painter. The first one to contact me was a guy from Kassab Painting. He said the amount was usually $150.00 per room or $500.00 for the project I needed. I asked my dad how much a painter should charge for that, since he would know. Then, he says that he will be in Florida on Wednesday and will help me with the high walls. How awesome! 

So now, the timeline I'm shooting for has us moving out by the 14th. I hope I can keep to that schedule while also working and planning for my new batch of classes beginning on the 16th! 

Anyway, speaking of paint: here is an image of the greatroom, prior to any work I have put in it...

My vision for the place includes replacing the brown carpet with this: 

Not only was it date night for old people in hats (and also a Sunday, which could be the reason for so many AARP members in fedoras…) it was also date night with Baby Bird. So, we go to the closest Dairy Queen because Baby Bird says he wants ice cream. He likes cherries and chocolate, just like my dad, and I usually get my staple of cookies and cream unless I really like the special. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, whoever you are, because what I learned has nothing to do with ice cream or people in hats.
As I’m sitting in the booth, facing the corner, there is this sad little evergreen plant on a shelf high above the dining room. It looks like something you’d find in a methadone clinic (not that I’ve been to one) but I feel like I know the place. Somehow, in these clinics, everything ends up looking really greenish, and there are sliding windows between you and the receptionist who sits all smug behind the fingerprint-smudged glass. You know the place: vinyl chairs with hideous patterns that must have been gleaned from a special “Corporate Catalogue of Hideous Patterns” and the floor is this weird, speckly tile, and the walls are almost always white with a pale green tinge, or pale green with a white tinge…anyway, I digress.
This plant looks like it could have been in one of those places that attempts to appear sterile, but only succeeds in looking depressed. Above this plant’s mylar-wrapped pot, there is a light shining down, casting its shadow onto the wall. The point is this: there, in all its reflected glory, was the shadow of this evergreen plant against the beige wall. This shadow was almost as tall as the distance between the floor to the plant– a good six or seven feet. And the shadow looked like this beautiful, needly, full fir tree.
I imagined then that this plant spends hours during the evening looking at this shadow and thinking that this is truly what he looks like.  In his own mind, he’s tall and luscious, and completely full. Pondering this tree, I learned two lessons:
First of all, we all have an image of ourselves as we think we are, which is usually nothing like we actually are. This image sometimes keeps us from learning awful truths about ourselves– namely, that we’re not perfect– okay, so that’s not exactly awful, but it feels that way to some of us (me)– and such a knowledge usually creates the awareness that, in spite of our imperfections, people love us anyway. (This is hard for some *cough* people to grasp, but that doesn’t make it less true.) This image can be a setback because we become completely unable to see who we really are and all our glaring faults (like trying to see yourself as beautiful while looking at your reflection in a mirror with fluorescent overhead lighting) and thus fixing them. But, in another way, this false image also protects us from constantly thinking about all the ways that people find us absolutely intolerable. At least through the image, we can see good things about ourselves and appreciate them.
The second thing I learned from this little plant is that this image that we think defines us is not only an illusion, but it is also lent to us through the particular lighting cast upon it. Without the light overhead filtering through its leaves, this evergreen plant would see nothing at all remarkable about itself. It would just be a potted plant, its view of itself only gleaned from people’s reactions to it, which in most cases, is to completely ignore the plant or to find it insignificant. I mean, really– who pays attention to a little green plant with no flowers, no scent, no ornament? Why in heck should it have a good self image? But does that failure to be recognized mean that this little plant has no value? Nope. It’s sitting there in the corner, high above people’s heads, doing what it was born to do: eating light, photosynthesizing, making oxygen so that people can breathe. You know– living.
But this potted evergreen also teaches us (and when I say us, I mean me) to always try to cast ourselves in the best light possible for others. We should always try to show our best work, and treat any compliments with humility. (“Oh,” the plant says, “this pot? It’s just mylar. I know it’s shiny, but…this old thing?”) And, even if no one but me ever notices that plant, or its shadow, or even appreciates it for what it does for me, personally, and for my entire biological species, it can still look at the wall during the darkening hours between 6:30 p.m. and 10 p.m. and say, “Hey! Look at that! I’m lookin’ good! Yep. Not bad. Not bad at all.”