Yea, that's a contradiction, which can't really exist but, what I mean is that there's never silence if you listen.
I've been slammed the last two days. Yesterday was the pack up day and I'm amazed and ashamed at once that two people can accumulate so much crap in a loft; a space designed to be high, but not so much surface area. Jesus.
Today was the move. And it's really disgusting what a place you've lived in looks like when you move shit out of the way. It almost makes me question the whole notion of living in a fixed space -- though I readily admit I sure can't think of a better alternative. But maybe there's something to the old "spring cleaning" custom where, as I gather, you essentially move everything out of the house, clean top to bottom and wall to wall, then move everything back in.
Years ago we bought an old house that had wall to wall carpeting -- installed over beautiful 5/8" tongue & groove white oak hardwood flooring. There's still hundreds of thousands, if not millions of homes in such a sad state of affairs -- testament to the power of marketing and general stupidity. Yea, I ripped the carpet out on day one. I'd never thought a lot about the insanity of WtoW carpet before then -- I just wanted at the wood -- but this was in 1999 and I've vowed since then never to have it. Have you ever torn up carpet and seen what's underneath?
And some balk at me not using soap or shampoo?
But here I sit after a long day, new, old place. Don't know how old the house is, but the floor is 100% hardwood, except for tile in the appropriate places. Really cool large backyard that the doggies love. We're in the quaint Los Gatos area of the Bay. Just had grassfed beef in a local restaurant -- big surprise -- and I'll see how the iPhone pics turned out later.
The place is still in shambles, of course -- the bare essentials barely in place -- but I don't think I've ever been in a new living space where I didn't stay up and just listen for the silence. You can't find it; it's not silence at all, but it's a different "silence" than the "silence" you knew before, in your old place.
Too obtuse? OK, I'm fascinated by the noises the house makes. Virtually all spaces give off some noises, but tonight is interesting. I spent a good amount of time listening to this house over the weekend whilst installing ceiling fans, a doggie door, pot rack and so on. But now it's quite active.
I guess it's getting used to holding a few tons of gear it wasn't holding before. Beatrice and I were talking tonight about how ridiculous it is to have so much stuff; and trust me, it's modest by most standards. So, we're going through every box the movers packed, together, and we're going to be vicious. My general rule of thumb for clothes will apply: if I haven't worn it in the last year, it goes, no matter what. Applied to the general, anything we haven't used in at least a year, goes. No exceptions.
So for those of you always admonishing me to lighten up, there you have it.