This is the house where I used to work. Too bad I didn't take any photos inside, but I think you'll be able to imagine the scene if I say we had three houses worth of furniture, equipment, books, office supplies and people in that one tiny house. We also had road dust, leaking pipes, poorly fitted windows, road noise that sounded as if the vehicles were going to drive through the front room (my office) at any moment. There were good noises, though - children from a near-by preschool program used to parade on the sidewalk in front of the office on their way to the park a few doors down. Their voices made me think of chirping birds, with laughter. I loved having them go by. If I weren't busy, I'd go to the front door and wave to them.
However, we needed to move, having long ago outgrown the space, and the expenses for repairs kept rising.
One of our Board members is a Vice-President at a local bank. When we started our search for a new place, he remembered that his bank owned an adjacent, attached building that had been sitting empty for more than ten years. Two years ago, the Board asked him to investigate our being allowed to use it, for as modest a fee as possible, of course, since we're a poor non-profit. After much negotiation and back-and-forth with the bank's corporate office in New York, all parties agreed and we had our lease. Above is our front façade.
We began packing up the old office in June, readying for a mid-July move. All that while we still conducted regular business, which was more stressful than any of us imagined it might be. We had to remodel the inside from front to back, mostly cosmetic work, to change it from a dark, dreary cave-like décor to something that would reflect the available light in all the rooms. (The windows are few, narrow and coated with some sort of sun screen material. Dark, dark, dark.)
This messy room (still unpacking and putting away - remember the three-rooms-worth of stuff?) is my new office. I was permitted to choose the wall color, design my new built-in desk area and choose the materials and new equipment. That wall where the clock is (as were all walls) used to be a dark brown. The new paint color is a light yellow-green that appears different depending upon how the light hits it. I wanted something light and cheery and had selected several shades for the Board to review and select. Fortunately, they picked the one I wanted most - called Hemingway. Shortly after moving in, the air-conditioning unit for my office died, hence the small fan. The bank is considering what to do. I might have A/C in December. The next two images are of my desktop - also messy and cluttered. Not for long, though. I'm going in this afternoon and doing some clean-up.
Our new space also houses our library, a much needed expansion. Our librarian has been asking for more space for years, but several people on the Board, and one weighty committee, have given the library short-shrift in the ten years I've been here. Our librarian has worked hard, under trying conditions, to organize and properly archive our burgeoning collection of documents and books with the smallest budget allotment ever. He's done a great job, and now has the space - and budget! - he needs to do it right.
That's it, folks.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by today. See you later!
(Well, what else would I have in my office for decoration?)


11 comments:
Funny how places with charm are also built in with inconvenience, even danger. New space is much more utilitarian, in both senses.
Enjoy the bright and spaciousness!
HOORAY for a fresh new start, in new digs! Your space looks great---the crow seems to approve of its background...
And I'm all in favor of libraries getting the space they need, oh yes.
Nice digs, looks like a lot of work. Maybe you'll have a heat wave in Dec. and can use the AC.
We're having a beautiful, 75f day, I can't believe that they are saying snow on Weds.
Back when I was working I loved business moves like this because I was quite sure that finally I was going to be perfectly organized and work would flow smoothly. May that happen for you, as it never did for me. Love the crow!
While old houses can certainly be charming places for family life I can well understand the problems with trying to run an efficient office in one. The new place appears to be much more appropriate and already has a lot of character. It looks great already and I hope you will post more pictures once you all get settled.
Congrats. on the new premises. I'm a little confused however. You said that the pictures of your office revealed clutter(?). Really? In that case I'd best get down to tidying my bureau; just when I thought it looked workmanlike! :)
Thank you, everyone. Seemed too mundane a subject to post about, but thought it might explain the distractions of late.
Z: Utilitarian is a good word to describe the new office. Much more amenable to getting work done. I'm glad we moved.
Fresca: Our library is small, some might say provincial to a fault. The founders decided long ago to try to preserve just our area's history, mostly because out section of the county was more or less underrepresented by the county historical society.
SFM/Mike: Today was our day to have beautiful fall-like cool weather. Bet your weather front is the cause of it. I'll take all of that I can get, thank you!
Diane: It hasn't happened yet, but I remain hopeful! The crow is a metal sculpture made by an Amish farmer with lots of scrap metal on his hands and too many live models willing to sit for him in his cornfields.
Susan: We hope to have everything ready for an open house the first week of November. If we have a party, I'll try to take pictures.
Tom: Bureaus are entitled to be un-workmanlike. If mine was neat as a pin, I don't think I'd know how to find anything!
As you well know I am not given to sentimentality but I can't help feeling for the house you've left behind. I know all the financial, logistical and ergonomic arguments but for me those clapboard (?) houses have a very special elegance and worldwide individuality that capture the spirit of the USA. And there's a good reason; looking back on so many of the American novels I have read I realise that it was exactly that type of house that figured in suburban life, especially where childhood was recalled.
Alas, such houses were already decaying when I arrived in the USA in 1965. Living in the YMCA I took a stroll through the slush up the steep hills of Pittsburgh's North Side and concluded that I could live quite happily in houses like that, many of which had To Let signs showing. I mentioned this to my friends at work and the following weekend one of them (secretly horrified by my innocence) called at the Y, insisted I got into his car and took me out to another area where, he said, I would be safer in all sorts of ways.
In our bedroom we have four pen-and-ink drawings, with colour wash, based on those type of wooden structures in remote parts of your homeland. What a sloppy old man I'm becoming.
Imagine old Ernie immortalised in paint - no, AS paint. I'm pleased to see you have your priorities established - haven't seen a calculator like that since Millard Fillmore.
I imagine if we hadn't been so cramped in that old house, and if the stairs leading to the bathroom upstairs hadn't been so steep, and if we could have kept it decently heated in winter and cooled in summer, we might still be there. Or, I might be. The library was almost a joke because of the cramped quarters, so it needed to move, at least.
The truest images of the paint color can be seen in the left corner of the third picture and under the front window in the seventh photo. Sometimes it looks a pale lime green, other times the palest lemon yellow. Hemingway would have like its tropical reflections - very Key West in tone.
You knew Millard?!
Looks bright and organized. I think making sure you get plenty of light in a work space is so important - dark spaces are depressing. I love that you have a cow in there!
Being in this location has its dark side, SAW, and dark moments, but all in all, it is better than where we were.
The crow is a sentimental favorite, as well as a totem, of sorts.
Very nice to see you here, by the way. I hope all is going well with you, and yours.
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