more proof of furniture

Not all the furniture is in its final position. Here's my father's bedroom, without the bed yet. The black armchair is one he found beside the road about thirty years ago and had reupholstered for fifty dollars.

Here's the front door. The green cabinet was painted to match my parents' living room (and hall, and family room, and bathroom...I'm just a little tired of that color in large amounts) when my father took the old television out of it--it had been my grandparents' until it couldn't be repaired anymore--and installed shelves to make a sheet music cabinet. 

One lonely armchair in the living room, waiting for a couch and at least two other armchairs to join it. They can't all be next to the stove, can they? It's not fair.

Not very much in my study yet, especially no bookshelves, which can't be moved until I get the books off them. The chair was made by one of my great-grandfathers as a rocking chair, but when my parents got it the rockers had rotted so now it's a straight chair. 

I can't believe how long everything is taking. Today, on my third try, I managed to drill holes for the hooks to hang fifty feet of clothesline in the basement. Using power tools above my head while standing on a ladder is not one of my favorite things.

I also took the dog over and washed him in the new raised tub. He's forgotten what a high velocity dryer sounds like--since I quit working a year ago to stay with my father I've been bathing him at home and towel drying him. For a dog who whines if I don't vacuum him when I use the shop vac in the kitchen, he didn't readjust to the HV dryer very quickly. He never used to mind it. 

There was a little flurry of snow last night, and I got to see the new house with touches of white on the grass (and weeds.)