10:14 p.m. | 2005-12-29 Sudden Inspiration. I was just minding my own business today when I was stricken with the idea of rearranging my bedroom furniture. I say “stricken” because it’s like that. Once I conjure an idea, it becomes woven into the fabric of my brain so much so that, if I pull a thread, my whole freaking brain unravels. Lord knows “we” don’t want that to happen. But, rearranging furniture? Not so much anymore. (Weaving is happening as I write this. That scares me.) I moved a lot as a child, well, and as an adult. Let me try that again… I’ve moved a lot all of my life. Hence, I get bored with my surroundings anytime I stay at a place longer than a year or two. If I can’t or don’t change the structure, I’ve always switched around furniture inside. Just a thing with me, I suppose. Yet, I so very much want to settle. Leave things alone. I thought I finally roped myself into such a situation when I moved to TheHotel. The amount of square footage that I live in is so miniscule, there really aren’t many options for furniture arrangement. My bedroom? Yeah. Now, I’m thinking differently. A different arrangement would work a lot better for me I think. The problem? I can’t move furniture around as easily as I once could. I’m a small person. However, over the years, I’ve amazed people by what I can move around. And, how. When I was in my early twenties and lived in a condo, there came a time when my livingroom was going to be professionally steam-cleaned. (The former tenant “forgot” to do that before I moved in and arranged for it to be done several months later.) To make the most of it, I moved ALL of my livingroom and diningroom furniture into the kitchen. The very tiny galley kitchen. I moved and stacked furniture until the kitchen was full from floor to ceiling. The carpet cleaners were dumbfounded by this feat. Several years ago, I attempted to move one of these same pieces a mere inch and gave up after four hours of hard labor. However, when I get in a mood to rearrange, there’s not much that stops me. I’ll take a piece apart and rebuild it if I have to. If I attempt this bedroom redo, I might just have to do that. Move everything piece by piece. I’m okay with that. My neighbors might not be as it’ll probably take quite a bit of time and involve a lot of hammering, shuffling, cursing and whatnot. But the vision is already in my head. And, my vision is pretty. I think my bedroom would be much better with a different footprint. I really do. Heck, since I’m thinking I might start dating again, the bedroom is probably a good place to start mixing things up. So to speak. What would be really great is if I could just clear the room out and load it back in. Well, and it’d help if I had a bunch of muscular strength. As it is? If I do rearrange things, it’ll be like conquering one of those puzzle-like brain-teasers where you have to move five pieces every time you attempt to place just one in the correct spot. Plus, since I’m not so strong, I’ll probably have to break down every piece. Maybe not though. Once I have a vision, my determination seems to manifest as physical strength. Just like a transformer or power ranger or pippi longstocking. When I’m determined? Nothing stops me. Sadly, I haven’t been this determined in a long time. (Note to Boss: When inspired, I get determined. When determined, I’m unstoppable. When unstoppable, I accomplish amazing feats. Take note, PLEASE.) Yeah, I’d say within a month, my bedroom will be rearranged. your thoughts? seed flower