I’m taking most of the credit for our house fixing-upping, and since I only work work part-time at the moment, I do put in several more hours/days a week on it, but N isn’t just sitting around on his ass either (unless I am too and we’re taking a much needed break).
His work is often stealthy and surprising – like whipping up a work bench while I’m painting a room (and possibly cursing under my breath that he isn’t helping, but then I find out he he was doing something very useful and necessary). Or taking care of some little annoying paint/patch/trim detail in the morning when he’s up at an ungodly hour and I’m still snoozing.
He’ll take out toilets and do some minor electrical tinkering – things I either really don’t want to do, or don’t feel comfortable doing.
And take care of all of the floor and ceiling trim cutting – something I’m quite capable of doing, but waste more and bitch about a lot more.
And he’s a machine when it comes to hacking out massive patches of invasive species – at the last house it was bamboo, this one is Japanese Knotweed (of which we still haven’t quite gained the upper hand).
And please, anyone who is reading – never plant bamboo and Japanese Knotweed!!!!!
And the part I find most crucial on a daily basis is that he’s the cook (again, I am capable of doing so, but I could exist most nights on scrambled eggs and some greens, or pasta-all-the-time) so he keeps it interesting and delicious (I do supply the occasional enormous pot of chili or spontaneous vegetarian concoction).
(sage fritters with an anchovy surprise inside)
But the most kudos go to his willingness and ability to haul my shit. When we first got together, I was bemoaning the fact that I lived in such a small apartment crowded with too many things, and instead of telling me I should purge, he said I just needed a bigger place… though it was possibly one of the most destructively enabling statements anyone has ever tossed at me, I loved it and it was endearing and actually inspired me to get things in better order to some degree, but after three hurried moves in the last few years, things have gotten out of control again.
Our albatross has been a storage locker 5 1/2 hours away that we thought we’d only have for a few months… It turned out to be two years and a few months.
But now it is finally empty and no longer ours!
And I found a couple more sewing machines that I thought I had…
And N was a total beast hauling it all out of the locker, into the truck, out of the truck, and into the house.
Don’t be fooled by the ugly 1980s cover on that chair – it has to weigh close to 200 pounds, is nearly large enough for two, and is from c. 1940 when furniture was made to last out of iron and oak. I’ll be sewing a new cover for it eventually.
And it is a little shocking to see how much stuff* we lived perfectly fine without for two and some years…
And yes, that’s a box of rocks on the bottom…
I promise those won’t be around when and if there’s another move.
(Or else I’ll hide them better).
*In my/our defense, we had two separate households for a few years and needed double the stuff.
[edited to correct some typos]
3 responses to “In praise of N…”
Thanks babe. I guess what I said years ago still holds true… We STILL need a bigger place. The humble economy of Postwar construction just doesn’t provide enough space for someone with a Victorian-era collecting mindset. 🙂 xxxooo.
Yep, we need to actually live in a giant cabinet of curiosities!