Heart wood

Sunday was no joke. I think I forgot to mention that when the floor guy did not show up on Wednesday, I also had to reschedule with the Delancey Street Movers from Friday to Sunday. Due to the late notice, they could only book me on an "asap" basis, meaning whenever they were free. Like a surgeon, I was on call.

I expected they'd call me at 7 or 7:30 at night. Luckily, they called me bright and early on Sunday morning. When my phone rang at 7:45, I knew it was them. It wasn't the same guys from the Tuesday move (one was quoted as saying "Knuckles heal, walls don't") but a new crew of 3 showed up and they were amazing! Not only did they move all my furniture back into my place with care and precision, but they helped me take down these stained and dusty curtains that the previous tenants had put up over the closet. So long carpet? So long leftover drapes is more like it...

The Delancey Street Movers were gone early enough for me to get things cozy and rearrange. It was as exciting and fun as the day I moved in 2 and a half years ago. In fact, I feel like I'm in a new place even though I'm right at home. This transformation has definitely made me appreciate my space even more than before and even allowed me to discover decorating opportunities. For example, my new rosy floors inspired me to create a writing desk:



I used to throw clothing on that chair, but I don't want to do that anymore. It has better uses, I think.

I kind of feel the need to mention that as we speak, as I blog, NPR's Morning Edition is using Beach House's "Zebra" as background music. I love it when they do that! Alright, perhaps my diversion is a sign that I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things now that operation dark oak is complete.

I must say, although this week was incredibly exciting and eventful, I'm somewhat happy to put my focus elsewhere. With all of the busyness and home improvements, I didn't really have time for the things I love to do in my routine. I haven't gone on a bike ride in far too long, my yoga attendance has slipped and I don't remember the last time I cooked dinner. This is not a complaint, mind you, it's more just an acknowledgment that I'm looking forward to getting outside, being active, and enjoying the beautiful weather. Yes, it's gray and rainy in San Francisco right now, but look at how gorgeous Sunday was:







I want to jump into it!