I really messed up posting for this past week. I thought I had pressed “Publish” for this post and just noticed tonight as I was working on a new post that this one was still in the “Edit Draft” queue. It seems that the month of June was not a good time for me to keep anything up to date. I am chronically late for everything and I am loathe to admit that it is true. My mother always told me that it started at birth, I was due on Halloween and I tortured her by waiting an additional 9 days to make my entrance into the world. Twenty three years later, my son Gabe was born 9 days early and I was completely unprepared for the event. It was just one of the many reasons my mother loved her grandson. For years I had to listen to everyone joke “that’s the first time YOU were early for anything” but actually it was Gabe who was early, not me.
I have been working in the living room as often as time permits and the debris is slowly but surely dissipating. I am still battling with my husband who is “helping me out” by depositing large objects in the living room as space becomes available. I sold the jogging stroller but I still have the Schwinn Turbo Trailer in the living room (and 2? more in the garage). Mike decided to replace the jogging stroller with 5 fans that need to be rehomed that he found in the attic. I am unhappy but shall keep quiet as there are actually more fans in the house that he 
doesn’t know about. Yep, there is another red Hunter Retro fan (in my bedroom), a Hunter ceiling fan with a Craftsman type light fixture (attractive in a manly way in the attic) and at least 2 white ceiling fans somewhere (practical fans, not chosen for their look). These are just the fans that are still in their original boxes and packing. It is possible that there are additional “new” fans that haven’t surfaced. These fans are NOT the fans that we actually use in hot weather to cool the house. They do not included my “vintage fans”. That right, I have an unknown quantity of vintage fans that I like the look of but can’t look at because they are somewhere in the chasm that I call my basement. I’m sure you know the type of fan I am referring to, they weigh a ton and have enough space in the grill to amputate your arm and have old cloth covered wiring that would either electrocute you or burn down the house if you plugged them in.
The question is “What the Hell am I doing with so many fans?” I bought the new fans at the end of the season at ridiculously low prices over the years thinking that someone might need them and then Mike put them in the attic and I forgot about them. No better time to sell fans, someone must be sweltering. The vintage fans? Well, I wasn’t using good common sense when I decided that I loved their “retro look” and I had to have them. At least they cost next to nothing at garage sales. They are buried in the basement (except for the one I took apart to clean a year ago that it is still in pieces in the back corner of the living room). Ahhh, I digress. Overall, there has been progress in the living room. The fans remind me that I have a problem with multiples. All in all, I am very optimistic this week.
