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I have an idea

that tomorrow I am going to move furniture around. Move those two large bookcases back into the study. No idea what to do with the huge green cabinet. I love that cabinet, but this house doesn't have enough walls to stand it against. I tried to put it into the large open space just inside the door, but it looked awkward with the open stairwell behind it and I could see the unpainted, filthy top. I hate dust. I hate houses without walls. I think a man with no family or furniture designed this house. Just wide open spaces. If I were by myself, I think I'd like that, but there's nowhere to hide the clutter and no closets to put it in. Of course, if my husband could tolerate flat surfaces having anything on them, things would be easier, but.... He thinks our house is cluttered. Geez, he should see our friends houses. They live in their houses. I've told him that we live in every square inch of ours. We have no formal dining or living rooms, no large closets, no attic, no knicknacks to speak of. I'd throw every book out at this point I'm so sick of them in those dusty bookcases.

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