It occurred to me last night that my last post may have left some people with a question or two … like what's happening on Saturday that has lead to me needing to have all my art crap “out of the way”. People who follow me on Facebook and Twitter have been hearing about it for a few weeks, but I completely forgot that the rest of the universe has no idea why this Saturday is a big deal. Duh.
We're getting a new fridge. Not for any joyous “we wanted a new fridge” reason either. No, we're getting a new fridge because our old fridge flooded the kitchen three times in three days and considering its age and general state of brokenness, it seemed like the time had come to replace rather than repair it. Had it been something other than the icemaker that broke, I'd have probably just pressed on and squeezed another year or two out of the thing, but I have to have ice for my beverages at all times, and there is no way in hell I can ever go back to using ice cube trays. I am spoiled. I must have crushed ice on demand at all hours of the day and night, and —as I have learned the last two weeks of using bagged ice— I need four or five pounds of it a day. Yes, I am an ice addict.
The fridge will be arriving on Saturday, and it is LARGE. Larger than the one we have now, because in the intervening years, fridges have seemingly gotten even larger than they used to be. Not that our current fridge is small, but when we had it delivered, the only real logistical problem was getting it through the narrow internal doors in my old house. The house itself was still empty, so there wasn't any furniture or say, boxes of art supplies and a worktable in the way. In order to get the new behemoth into the spot in the kitchen where a fridge can exist, my worktable, supply storage, and kitchen food prep table have to be moved elsewhere.
This is the sort of logistical problem I personally describe as a bloody nightmare. The worktable couldn't be moved without my tools and other junk being off it, and the pile of supplies (junk … let's be honest, I collect junk to make art with) couldn't be moved until it was put into more storage boxes, and I would rather die than do any of that, but we do what we have to do. So … I avoided doing those tasks by doing all the other things on my to-do list first, like deep cleaning the stove so it wouldn't look sad and old sitting in the same room as a new fridge and deep cleaning the bathroom (because it really needed it). But eventually, the only thing left to do was pack up my studio and stash it in the bedroom and den. The experience was as awful as I expected it to be, but I got it done.
The kitchen feels huge without all my art stuff taking up space. It's so empty right now I've been having thoughts about painting it next week before I move my studio back to its rightful place (and out of the bedroom and den where the storage boxes are making my life a living hell). I suspect the urge to paint an entire room will pass shortly after the new fridge is in place and churning out crushed ice on demand. Did I mention I'm tired? I'm really, really tired. I've been running on coffee and willpower for days, and I don't know if there's enough coffee and willpower in the world to get me through a project as large as painting an entire room next week. I think I'd rather slowly set up my art space anew and … sleep … and watch some movies.
So, that's what's happening tomorrow. I am completely stressed out about it, because I hate when my “nest” is disturbed, and I hate, hate, hate having strangers in the inner sanctum known as my kitchen/studio. I don't even like it when people I love go in there. But I'll just have to deal with the intrusion, and the husband will be here to make the delivery and installation as painless as possible for everyone while I panic in a corner somewhere. Hopefully, when this is all over, I'll love my new fridge and my studio space will be better organized and cleansed of debris. Perhaps the combination of a functioning fridge and freshly arranged supplies will pop me out of the uncreative pit I have been in for a few months. I've had reasons for the low creativity, but if I start babbling about them right now, we'll be here for the rest of the day. Let's just say my life has been full of stress lately and leave it at that for now.
Perhaps not seeing any art supplies at all for a few days is just what I need to get my mojo back. Or maybe having properly crushed ice on demand at the touch of a button will help! As much as the delivery of this beast is being a huge thorn in my side, I am quite excited about getting a new fridge. Getting new appliances is fun! And now I need to go do the last few things necessary to facilitate its arrival, and then I think I'll have a long nap. I did mention I'm tired, didn't I? Well, I am. I'm really, really, really tired (and just want all this to-doing over so life can return to normal).