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You'll have to forgive my happiness
Feb. 1st, 2016 08:11 pmVeronica and I went from a marathon of drinkuddling during the blizzard to a whirlwind of activity this past weekend...and I sort of liked both (well we took some down time on Sat). Dark & Stormy spun downstairs from the awkward sex talking / comedy series, and we hit a restaurant week on the way in. Sun we did theatre (with drinking!) and dinner again. Hard to believe I'm not losing weight...no we also threw in some good gym time too.
The blizzard didn't help my house any and I'm not fussing. I did show up last night and saw, to my surprise though I should have known, that with the warmer weather, my basement stairs were finally poured. Also the walls where drywall was cut up were all repaired and re-painted, plus the radiators were back in place. Sure, there is no heat, floors aren't done, no kitchen cabinets have arrived yet, and I'm missing most doors, closet fixings, sinks, light fixtures...no, I'm ok with this stall as it was crazy there for a while. Trudging on.
I swapped some emails with the contractor's wife: there is a pantry on one side of the frig. Ok. I'm waiting for a ballpark: total bill, paid, pending to make sure we're on the same page for the end.
I've sadly realized too late that my powder room is pretty un-disabled friendly. It's got a tiny door and is a tiny room because it's a narrow house and every inch just takes away from space. I guess as there are stairs front and back and have been since 1913 it's not a big deal, but realizing it makes me cringe.
I probably shouldn't be debating with the community listserv guy who calls development the new Jim Crow but I am.
I'm still sitting on a pile of my leave wanting to move. I have a hard time remembering that at some point it happens, the work is done, the bills are paid, and I move in and live there. Some day going home means that house. It'll be normal. I'll forget what this was like.
I work out. It's fun.
The blizzard didn't help my house any and I'm not fussing. I did show up last night and saw, to my surprise though I should have known, that with the warmer weather, my basement stairs were finally poured. Also the walls where drywall was cut up were all repaired and re-painted, plus the radiators were back in place. Sure, there is no heat, floors aren't done, no kitchen cabinets have arrived yet, and I'm missing most doors, closet fixings, sinks, light fixtures...no, I'm ok with this stall as it was crazy there for a while. Trudging on.
I swapped some emails with the contractor's wife: there is a pantry on one side of the frig. Ok. I'm waiting for a ballpark: total bill, paid, pending to make sure we're on the same page for the end.
I've sadly realized too late that my powder room is pretty un-disabled friendly. It's got a tiny door and is a tiny room because it's a narrow house and every inch just takes away from space. I guess as there are stairs front and back and have been since 1913 it's not a big deal, but realizing it makes me cringe.
I probably shouldn't be debating with the community listserv guy who calls development the new Jim Crow but I am.
I'm still sitting on a pile of my leave wanting to move. I have a hard time remembering that at some point it happens, the work is done, the bills are paid, and I move in and live there. Some day going home means that house. It'll be normal. I'll forget what this was like.
I work out. It's fun.
