*pant* *pant* *pant*

In the ongoing effort to get some room in the living room, I'm moving furniture. The dogs are horrified.

The futon and couch have to stay where they are. I was going to move Timber's crate to the basement, but he read my mind and has started using it again, SO I moved the two tables that I had moved between the futon and the wall-mounted desk last week and very prayerfully and carefully squeezed the crate in there. Voila--perfect fit. Then I got 2 of the shelves I rescued from the old Lab School library (well, they're an inch thick, solid oak, and they were just going to throw them away, the morons) and layed them on top of the crate--once again, perfect fit, lengthwise and widthwise. Put the pillowcases that came with the new couch sheets over them and I think it's going to work. But I think I'm going to have to get a little table lamp--I think the wall-mounted sconce is too far off to the left to give me good light for reading or knitting., and besides that, I can't reach it without getting up (okay, all together in chorus now: "Awwwwwwwww! Pooooooor Judi!" *lol*).

'Tenny rate, with the crate out from under the desk, that meant I could clear everything off the desk drop-down panel and close it, then get the *old* computer cart (which is considerably smaller than the new computer cart) and push it up against the desk. It blocks the drawers with the printer on it, but I can still lower the desk panel if I need to, and I don't use those drawers anyway (which are actually pretty neat--they don't pull straight out, they pivot, and so they're wedge-shaped, which means they're a bit difficult to store anything but little odds and ends in. I love this desk--we found it in a machine shed hanging off a wall with about 10 coats of paint and without its doors, holding coffee cans of nails and cans of oil and other assorted dusty junk, but it's this beautiful piece of furniture, and my father refinished it for me for my birthday and my grandfather fixed the doors so the top two thirds swing out and the bottom third swings down to make a desk, and the only reason I don't set the computer up on it is that then I would have my back to the TV and stereo and Taenzer couldn't come snuggle and put her head in my lap). I can also put the boxes holding my unfiled and unorganized genealogical papers on the lower shelf. Then when I'm not using the computer, I can roll it over there, and it should be the same depth the crate and futon.

So far so good. I am tentatively optimistic, and Timber, god bless him, is at this moment curled up in the crate beside me, which is much better than being off in the bedroom by his little dog self.

I think I'm going to have to make a K-Mart run to get that little table lamp and a couple of those cheap 3-shelf towers (to put yarn in, of course; what else?) and a few clear plastic storage boxes (ditto). (After Wait, W ait, Don't Tell Me. Geez, I love that show. It's the high point of my whole week.)