too soon fall cleaning
I overdid. I'm overdone. I'm done in. Or something.
Yesterday I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn and it was NOT. HOT. So I opened all the windows and propped all the doors and kicked on the whole-house fan. I was kinda scared because it's one of the few things around here still working right, but it sucked in all that fresh air which tricked me into thinking I was well or something and I decided, "I'll rearrange the furniture today. Should take 40 minutes. Or an hour, if I take lots of breaks."
Uh huh. First I failed to take into consideration that there's no cable outlet where I planned to put the tv, but once I had the room torn apart I didn't want to put it back. So I zoomed to EvilMart, which is where I began to suspect I should have waited on the entire project. I cruised through the produce department and found plums for 50 cents a pound, a miracle given the usual state of the Evil Produce Department. Also this other fruit I had no idea what it was, but it looked good and it was also 50 cents a pound, so I got some of it.
Shopping in the wake of a fever is maybe not such a good idea if you buy fruit you don't recognize, huh? It turns out they're nectarines, which are pretty good.
I went home and then remembered the Wii wire, which also was not long enough. (Except it later turned out it was long enough, but someone had tied a knot in it so it wouldn't come through the hole in the floor. Actually, we could play Wii next door if we felt inspired to do that.)
Crap.
Shortly after, Mr Moth called and said, Oh I'll run the cable over for you through the basement ceiling when I get home.
Mostly after that I vacuumed. I sucked a whole tall kitchen bag full of dog hair out of my living room, and it's not like we never vacuum in there. I moved all the furniture and vacuumed under it in the spring, and took the sofa apart just about a month ago. But the tank on the bagless sweeper just kept filling up.
Furricane Cobie, I tell you. He's a stealth furricane. You don't see much fur coming off him and then you start filling up garbage bags with shed.
Fast forward to ten o'clock last night when he had managed to reroute the Wii wire, but as for the cable? I ended up doing it my way. For now, anyway.
And I muchly like the new, open, feel of the room, and I also like that both dogs can look out the window without standing on the back of the sofa (which made me wild). I haven't had to completely redo the sofa cushions because of this and also now there is room in the floor for doggy rassling matches.
I like that I discovered there are two a/c vents in the room and the one that works was closed. Now it's open, and also not blocked by the sofa. I like that all the air can flow in one direction in the house now, and maybe it'll be a smidge cooler.
I don't like that, annoyingly, the position of the tv stand now leaves exposed a hideous orgy of octopuses, and I really have to do something about that before some dog decides those stringy black cephalopods might be yummy.
But I'm not doing that today because I'm worn and shouldn't have done all that yesterday when my laundry's not even done, and today I have to grocery shop. No, I dunwanna, but I gotta because man cannot live on plums and nectarines alone. Especially not my carnivore man, and especially not since Zor has put a hurtin on the plums.
That's my produce nomming child right there.
So I was going to bore you some more, but I need to get ready to zoom, so you can use that to get a jump start on your thankful thursdays. "I'm thankful the prattling was cut short." ;)
Meanwhile, have a good one.
Yesterday I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn and it was NOT. HOT. So I opened all the windows and propped all the doors and kicked on the whole-house fan. I was kinda scared because it's one of the few things around here still working right, but it sucked in all that fresh air which tricked me into thinking I was well or something and I decided, "I'll rearrange the furniture today. Should take 40 minutes. Or an hour, if I take lots of breaks."
Uh huh. First I failed to take into consideration that there's no cable outlet where I planned to put the tv, but once I had the room torn apart I didn't want to put it back. So I zoomed to EvilMart, which is where I began to suspect I should have waited on the entire project. I cruised through the produce department and found plums for 50 cents a pound, a miracle given the usual state of the Evil Produce Department. Also this other fruit I had no idea what it was, but it looked good and it was also 50 cents a pound, so I got some of it.
Shopping in the wake of a fever is maybe not such a good idea if you buy fruit you don't recognize, huh? It turns out they're nectarines, which are pretty good.
I went home and then remembered the Wii wire, which also was not long enough. (Except it later turned out it was long enough, but someone had tied a knot in it so it wouldn't come through the hole in the floor. Actually, we could play Wii next door if we felt inspired to do that.)
Crap.
Shortly after, Mr Moth called and said, Oh I'll run the cable over for you through the basement ceiling when I get home.
Mostly after that I vacuumed. I sucked a whole tall kitchen bag full of dog hair out of my living room, and it's not like we never vacuum in there. I moved all the furniture and vacuumed under it in the spring, and took the sofa apart just about a month ago. But the tank on the bagless sweeper just kept filling up.
Furricane Cobie, I tell you. He's a stealth furricane. You don't see much fur coming off him and then you start filling up garbage bags with shed.
Fast forward to ten o'clock last night when he had managed to reroute the Wii wire, but as for the cable? I ended up doing it my way. For now, anyway.
And I muchly like the new, open, feel of the room, and I also like that both dogs can look out the window without standing on the back of the sofa (which made me wild). I haven't had to completely redo the sofa cushions because of this and also now there is room in the floor for doggy rassling matches.
I like that I discovered there are two a/c vents in the room and the one that works was closed. Now it's open, and also not blocked by the sofa. I like that all the air can flow in one direction in the house now, and maybe it'll be a smidge cooler.
I don't like that, annoyingly, the position of the tv stand now leaves exposed a hideous orgy of octopuses, and I really have to do something about that before some dog decides those stringy black cephalopods might be yummy.
But I'm not doing that today because I'm worn and shouldn't have done all that yesterday when my laundry's not even done, and today I have to grocery shop. No, I dunwanna, but I gotta because man cannot live on plums and nectarines alone. Especially not my carnivore man, and especially not since Zor has put a hurtin on the plums.
That's my produce nomming child right there.
So I was going to bore you some more, but I need to get ready to zoom, so you can use that to get a jump start on your thankful thursdays. "I'm thankful the prattling was cut short." ;)
Meanwhile, have a good one.