H and I are in the middle of a disagreement right now. I call it a disagreement because if I let myself voice my opinion it would be well beyond disagreement status. Sometimes I have to pick my battles.
He’s old school. I’m not. I say let’s paint some of this old dark furniture and he says let’s not.
H – “It came from Grandmothers house in Philidelphia.”
Me – “Actually it didn’t, but so what if it did come from Grandmothers house in Phildelphia. There is no law saying we can’t paint it and brighten this place up a bit. This is a beach house for heavens sake- not a Victorian mansion!
H – “Absolutely not! It’s old. It’s an antique.”
Me – “Ok…so what other room do you put a china cabinet in? There are three bedrooms and one and one half baths to pick from. You choose. ” I said that with a little smirk on my face.
H – (I could see him holding in a laugh with this one because he knows I’m right.) “I can find a place. In our room. In your sewing room.” (aka The Philedelphia Room)
Me – “What will you do with all those boxes of stuff from your office that has been sitting against the wall in our bedroom for three months? And…in my sewing room it will have to sit in the middle of the room for lack of wall space.”
Me – “Well you let me know when you find the space.”
He wasn’t budging. I walked away from that discussion even though I can sometimes get him to cross over to my side. I didn’t even want to move it. I only wanted to paint the #*%€ thing!
When H’s mom or dad did something one way it was set in stone – don’t move it or paint it or change it in any form. In my opinion nothing is set in stone.
That’s the reason I am waiting for this dinasoar of a fridge to kick the bucket because if H had his way we would purchase a new one and put the old one in Andrews room (of all places) because his mother at one time had a freezer in there. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for us!
There is also the subject of the tacky storm door on the back door going into the breezeway. H thinks it will save us from a hurricane one day. As if! Dad put that there so it was for a reason.
As for that old dryer in the side yard that needs to go on the curb or to the junk yard – well you know, it was Mom’s last dryer.
I won’t even go there.