Today was not the first time I have tried to get a simple job done in my own home, only to discover that my skinnier husband has arranged things so that I cannot get TO them to DO them. It's nice that HE can move whatever he sets where HE wants it, but if I live here, I need to be able to get around, too. It is not helpful to have "accessible" steps to the back yard-- and then find that inside, my home is increasingly NOT accessible!


First there were the porch's fire logs I have said for weeks that I want to move-- they are blocked in. So I got the ones I could reach..... and went on with my planned job.

Then I decided to try to get the table that I have said, for weeks, I need as a desk. To get out into the storage area even to look, I had to move a set of barbells (the ones he is supposed to train ME on), just to look. Just to see IF I could get at the table I want for my office.

..... only to discover that the whole weight rack is set so that the door-- which leads not only to the table, but MY BACK-TO-WORK ARCHIVES-- will not open.

So I MOVED IT ALL. I left a bit of a wake.....

And I'm mad. By the time Hardi gets home I hope to have the table UP there and assembled. He may not like how I leave the wake THAT move may create, either. Frankly, I will be too f*cking sore to care a hell of a lot, and I may be sore enough to dine up there, as well.

~Susan