Life is a Project

So this morning I decided to reclaim my spare bedroom groom the catch-all that I made it while new windows were put in and I repainted our bedroom. How it got in the mess it was is a long story which I could only make interesting if I included details that you wouldn't believe anyway, so I'll cut right through to what I learned while Jerry slept.
Plastic sheeting makes more noise at three in the morning than at any other time of day. Likewise, metal bird feeders that have sat in the same place all summer are bound to tip over if you enter the room while someone is trying to sleep. That time of the morning would also be an excellent time to oil door hinges because that's when they squeak.
Oddly, none of this woke Jerry up.
I don't think 'wadded' is the correct term for a bunch of plastic sheeting, but I can't think of another one. While the windows were being put in, I used the sheeting to protect the inside of the house from the dust being created on the outside. Although the package is small when it comes from the store, once opened and partially unrolled, it expands in a remarkable way. Usually I use it outside so when I was done with it I stuff it under the deck until next time. The sheeting I used in the house was clean so I thought I would try to roll it back up.
That doesn't work. Apparently the twenty by a thousand yard sheet comes in an accordion-type fold that can only be accomplished by the huge machine at the factory. But I had an empty place in the garage so I thought I would try to get it in a reasonable-sized package. After twenty minutes of puzzling out the folds from the crinkles and creases I succeeded. All it took was a pair of scissors.
I got the room cleaned out pretty well although now there are seven separate piles of folded clothes in the living room. They will just have to stay there because I'm going back to bed.
Nancy Sherer