I am not a happy little elf this day and I am not quite sure why. In a bit of a grumpy mood, so to speak. No one has especially aggrieved me, except for Mr FD but they were just his usual annoyances; and I can usually ignore his common levels of irritations. No, this is a low grade fugue that has teamed up with a smallish headache that has caused me to feel less than Ho, Ho, Ho.
I should be feeling somewhat pleased with myself, if not even experiencing feelings of superiority, for after over a year of residence I have finally tackled the “Spare Room” and cleared it of the last of the packing boxes and detritus that accompanied us on our move.
It is officially the spare room, but I have fallen into the habit of calling it “Daughter2’s room” though she slept there for about three nights last Christmas, just after the move. It houses her bedroom furniture, but now also a desk, narrow bookcase and matching set of filing drawers that were once in Mr FD’s study in the city house. A bit of a squeeze, but somehow it all fits. These are the issues that need to be worked through when one downsizes from a huge house to an average size house.
Mr FD and Son moved some of the furniture under my direction (a couple more inches to the left! Or maybe the right?), so that this Christmas Daughter doesn’t have to perform a kamikaze leap from the bottom of the bed to sleep in it each night. She will also be joined by her beau for a night or two, and he is very tall (poor man will feel like Gulliver among the Lilliputians, as we are a little challenged on the height genes) and might appreciate being able have a little leg space.
I would like to jettison the office furniture, but Mr FD clings to it, even though he has a work area in another part of the house. At the moment the grandbaby’s cot is in a corner of our room, and it should really be in the spare room, as it is more than a little out of place in our room! Our own children never had their cots in our rooms, for heavens sake! Like all things it is small steps, and by next Christmas I may have my wish and it will vacant our room and a couple of chairs will fill the space. One thing a long marriage and passing into the mature years teaches is that patience is needed, especially with husbands and the moving furniture. As it is now, the cot makes a perfect hanging rail for clothing and that suits Mr FD very much! Of course the chore of actually hanging the clothing up when Petite Fille comes to visit never quite falls to Mr FD.
My bargaining chips are two chairs that belonged to his parents. Very art deco and with a little repair and recovering would be perfect for our bedroom, so playing on his sentimentality may just be the leverage I need. I mean this is a man who rescued an ugly, ugly mission brown mass produced pottery spoon rest from his mother’s kitchen that would never have been used at any time in his childhood, was probably bought at a dollar store, and I swear even his mother would not have considered a thing of beauty! We won’t speak of its present whereabouts again…
I should be feeling chuffed in that some progress has been made, and I am; but not enough. Bah Humbug!
Perhaps it was hearing the news that now they have opened season on teacher librarians in the USA (when will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?). I see the next round of employment contracts – other duties as required: dodging bullets. Where have all the teacher librarians gone?
The race to make libraries book free may mean that we won’t even have book stacks to hide amongst. We will just be like ducks on the shooting circulation desk! I understand that we are an endangered species, but I thought technology would make us extinct, not gun toting students! Where have all the teacher librarians gone, indeed!
May I suggest that, even if they don’t value their children that they at least value their teacher librarians and make their streets and schools gun free? Heck, TLs have a hard enough time getting kids to read and balancing shrinking budgets, must we spend our small salaries on flak camouflage gear now too?
Perhaps Teacher Librarian’s should put in the a professional development workshop with the invisible artist Liu Bolin, for our own safety so that we can learn to blend into the book shelves?
Who are the ones who should be learning though?