In this room (chosen for the master bedroom), we discovered the original blueprints of the house, and had fun calculating the changes that had been made. It seems the wood which was intended for the attic floor was put into walls in the “extra” basement (“extra” means the basement didn’t exist in the original plans). It was peculiar to me that such a large part of the house had been ignored, except to fill it with Christmas decorations, empty cardboard boxes, and old jeans [smile], but I suppose there was a good reason behind the omissions. (Perhaps new fences were more needful than a floor upstairs?)
On the walls there appeared to be nothing – bare plaster – but on closer inspection, I saw that there was one thin coat of white calcimine….a chalk-like substance, intended to be painted on once a spring, to freshen up a house dimmed by smoke from wood or coal. The ceiling revealed that the attic had sometimes leaked during vicious rains, and there were stains in which one could make out animals or beings or parts of words, similar to the shapes in clouds. Also – and most mysterious – when the sun shone just so, I could see paw-prints on the ceiling. Dog type paw-prints – large, as from a German Shepherd or larger. How they got there, I don’t know. Plaster, of course, is applied in place – and has no opportunity to get tracked up, as might drywall. I cannot think of one logical explanation for this phenomena. Just to be sure I was seeing things right, I showed the prints to my husband. He agreed they are there, and plain in the afternoon sun.
Here’s an idea of how this west room looked in spring 2013:
The clothing arrangements are haphazard, as the closet is small and Will and I wear a lot of jeans and long-sleeved shirts. (The snow lasts for most of the year, and my friend from Florida says our insects out here are vicious.) So Will gets the dresser, and I keep half my stuff in a Rubbermaid tub in the closet. I’ve lived out of this tub since college, and am more careful about how I keep my things than Will is. So it makes sense to save myself work and let him have the more convenient area.
We planned gun racks for both Will and the kids (though theirs is pretty empty, seeing as they were out playing when this photo was taken). A good place for bows, hula hoops, and the like, too.
Will installed an ugly fan (seen on the wall at the side of the bed) for air transfer, prior to installing a large stove upstairs. (The cookstove in the kitchen turned out to be inadequate for heating the main house on a windy day, though it worked alright in the previous, smaller house. It’s not too efficient, though I like it:
He had gotten me an itty bitty heating stove for the bedroom and back of the house in 2011:
I want to make some other chimney arrangement, but am glad simply to have the stove. The brick heat shield needs installed correctly, but is serving its purpose as-is. Other than this, the bedroom is pretty plain. I don’t intend to do tons with it until I get the walls painted or papered (still deciding what to do), and don’t want a lot of pictures and knick knacks to dust. Still, here is a puzzle from my childhood which is quite significant, as it inspired me to write a fantasy story which kept my brain in overdrive for quite some time. It is a picture which seems more like a window into Somewhere Else. It is called “Sad Puppy”.
Other decorations include a romantically-lighted painting entitled, “The Bluebird of Happiness”:
This was given to my daughter, but it goes better in my room. It is a picture of perpetual spring in this land of no real springs, and the bluebirds that visit us hold a special place in my soul. (It’s all about a role bluebirds play in one of my favorite stories, “The Harvester”, by Gene Stratton Porter.)
Lastly, September 25, I did find some curtains I liked, and which cheer me up. (I hope you can make them out alright; all I have for a camera is an iphone without flash capabilities, and the bedroom is frequently either too dark or too back-lit for a decent photo.) Still, this window provides a lovely view of the lilac-fortified backyard, and much wildlife.
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