Dec. 3rd, 2022

the_siobhan: It means, "to rot" (Default)
Old Man's new bed has been purchased and installed. The bed frame is old enough that we couldn't find a manual online, so we'll have to reach out to the manufacturer. We figured it out - the person we bought it off helped us out enormously - but I would still like to have an instruction manual handy in case of future issues. I will say, those things are built to be solid.

I told approximately 28 people we were "swapping out the beds" but I guess because I didn't directly tell the manager and I didn't do it in writing, that means the residence "didn't know" and they turned away the company that owns the old bed when they showed up to pick it up. I had very much hoped that I wouldn't have to deal with moving the fucking thing because it is heavy and the frame is all sharp metal edges. Whatever. Very much my own fault, but between juggling the timing of bed, bank, xmas dinner, flu shots and everything else, i dropped that detail. I will sort it out Monday.

Honestly I'm dropping a lot these days. I have too many things to keep track of and I am legit failing to keep it all organized. I need to take a day off and just sit down and go through the pile of paper on my desk and sort through my emails and create a checklist. And then hope nothing pukes all over it.

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SPEAKING of puke.

I am in an ongoing campaign to try and keep the cats off the fucking dining room table. I am losing this campaign. I make jokes that it's because I want to some day eat a meal that doesn't have a cat hair in it, but I kid, I know I will never in my life ever again eat a meal that doesn't have a cat hair in it.

The real problem is that we are wedged into a very small space and the table is the one and only place with the space to spread out things like bills and plans and anything else that is being sorted / looked at / organized. And if I turn my back on it for five trucking minutes the cat pukes on it. (Seriously. This cat is puking all the fucking time.)

I'm sure this shit is just as stressful for them as it is for us. The obvious solution is not to leave things on the table, but honestly... we have no space to put anything. I have boxes balanced on chairs balanced on tote boxes and I try to put things on top of other things to keep them out of the way.

But today I spread some shit out on the table to sort out what can be ebayed and what is going to be freecycled and in the time it took me to move laundry from washing machine to dryer, the cat threw up all over it.

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Having contractors in our house is so weird. Having random voices floating up from the basement or the back window is weird. Walking downstairs and seeing oh hey, this moved since the last time I was down here. Wonder what that massive electrical cable is attached to. Is weird.

I did laundry today. We have a table set up next to the machines and whenever I do laundry I wash down the table first so I can fold the clean clothes on it. I did that today, and then an hour later after the first load was done I dragged my finger across it and I came back covered in grit.

Apparently we had a footing inspection yesterday and it went well. The concrete for the foundation will be poured on Wednesday.


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