Monday, August 25, 2008
Saying Good-bye to The Pantry
Today I said good-bye to our baking pantry. Not that it's walking away, or anything.... Rather, I gave this room to Tom because he needs a room downstairs and I have my own two rooms upstairs. Tom's not able to race up and down the stairs all day long like I am, and well, so, he deserves a room of his own down here. (The baking pantry was the only spare room. Trust me, I searched for another one.)
It's a tiny space, but it does have tons of storage and a wall area for him to display some of his diecast cars. He might even be able to squeeeeeze in a work table if he tweeks things just so.
Part of me will miss the ol' baking pantry--I had tons of kitchen and linen-type stuff stored in there. I'm still carrying half of it upstairs to be added to the chaos of our storage area.
Yet another part of me has an ulterior motive (don't we all usually have at least one ulterior motive?). :) Well, maybe you don't, but here's mine... In future weeks when Tom asks (as he invariably will), "Where's my drill/sander/tools/chargers??," I'll be able to quip, "All I know is that it's supposed to be in your work room." Rather than my having to search the whole first floor for whatever is currently lost. Which is a whole lot of what I've been doing lately.
But now? If I come across something of Tom's, I'll just toss it inside his work room, right on top of the piles-of-junk-to-come (Tom is a sweetheart, but he's an extremely unorganized sweetheart). And I'll ask for Grace to keep me from being bothered by the mess in there.
(But if that doesn't work, I'll string-up a curtain.) heh.