This old house, like any old house, is slowly falling apart but still holding together. Like people, that's ok. If it is slow enough, falling apart is quite beautiful. There is time to witness a kind of lightening. A peeling away of layers. But of course some things just won't do really.
And so, after a small meltdown, there is no power in the studio. At least for a while. Some serious work needs to be done in the walls and that cannot happen now. I moved everything that needed to be plugged in. The man has all his electronic stuff on a table in a spare room that we have not been heating. On warmer days the room is somewhat usable. On colder days he uses his laptop in the warm room. I moved all my wired stuff in there. He has a table at one end and I now have one at the other. We are not facing each other. We can work as if alone. Since the room is mostly cold, I simply do not sit there in my "plugged" chair as much. And I think that is actually just fine. Checking email etc... once a day is enough.
And so, maybe a simple and perhaps surprisingly pleasant inexpensive solution. A quiet room. I cleaned up, got rid of more stuff. I pushed the tables together. Made room for a few things but really a lot less. I like being able to walk around the perimeter of the table space. No wires to run to the walls. Not even a lamp. Room to work on some large cloth. And now I am sorting through pencils and paper and books! A change. It's good. This quiet room. No technology hum. It's been warmer too. One small fire keeps it comfy when the sun is out.
But still the rain comes in. We have to do something about that. Soon.
Needle and thread, paper, paint, books are all waiting. And Soul-o is just fine.