Susan Senator

Yesterday was a satisfying day. Aside from hanging out with good friends for most of it (and writing an essay about it intended for the Washington Post, to be posted later), I cleaned the house really well, with the help of the boys, and cleared out all toys from the big room on the third floor. This room was probably once the servants’ living room. It is right above our bedroom, and has a lot of character: many slanted walls and the windows are different from all the others in the house; they are diamond-paned and shorter (though by today’s standards are still rather large), and they are natural (dark) woodwork. In fact, the whole room is full of dark woodwork.
We spread Grandma B’s big oriental rug across the floor, and put our large floor pillows up there, that we had bought before we were married, as a cool way to sit in our dorm room. The whole room is dark woods, cream walls, red, rust, gold, and brown. There is a desk with Max’s server and a few computers in one corner, some filing cabintes, a television, and a small white couch. Otherwise, the entire space is clear, and I am going to use it for (private) dance practice! Maybe I’ll create a tented sultan’s space with scarlet tulle and little lights for Ned to sit while I dance. When I suggested it, however, he said, “And the lesser harem girls will go to my right and my left.” No thanks.

And now, a bike ride with Max. The dancing will take place later.