Will it go round in circles...?
I've got laundry happending at J's...small load, because she has a teeny-tiny washer and the dryer only half-works. It doesn't like to spin, hence the title of the post.
Thursday morning, I met with the C's---they leave next Tuesday, and I'll be luxuriating at their hacienda. Well, except for The Bed From Hell and All Those Stairs. Otherwise, though, there's air, cable and wireless internet, a well-stocked pantry and fridge I'm invited to partake of, and the location is fab.
It's a funny thing, everything has various degrees pf desirability. J's laundry facilities and cable suck, but the air and wireless are great, and her bathroom is superlative. (Fully tiled, handicap-accessible, awesome.)
Mb has frosty air, wireless and she doesn't begrudge me snacking in her pantry (also, she COOKS), but there's no on-site laundry, and I'm OVER her five indoor cats. Also the floor plan, not that there's anything they can do about that. It's just that I often have to go the long way around depending on what beast has claimed a particular patch of floor.
Both Mb and J have Damn Short Furniture. Points off there. Like All Those Damn Stairs, they're hell on my knees. They both have wonderful dogs, though, as do the Cs. That forgives much. (J and the C's have one cat apiece, which is manageable. It's when there's a whole pride of them infesting the house that I consider violin lessons.)
My house may be a cluttered mess, and the neighborhood sucks, but I don't strain my knees getting up from my bed or the couch, the laundry area is adequate (albeit cluttered),and I have more than one clock in the house. Yes, I know my cell phone has a clock built-in, but it usually lives in my purse.
It's the little things that make a house home, I guess is what I'm getting at, but those little things are different for everyone. I miss my books and media. I miss good lighting to read by. I miss my lightweight Corelle dishes. I miss my full wardrobe and selection of shoes to choose from. Those are some of the things that define home for me. YMMV.
I'm not bitching; I hope it doesn't sound that way. It's just my brain poking at the events of the last month. There are trade-offs I've made to have air and net, and so far, they're worth it.
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Thursday morning, I met with the C's---they leave next Tuesday, and I'll be luxuriating at their hacienda. Well, except for The Bed From Hell and All Those Stairs. Otherwise, though, there's air, cable and wireless internet, a well-stocked pantry and fridge I'm invited to partake of, and the location is fab.
It's a funny thing, everything has various degrees pf desirability. J's laundry facilities and cable suck, but the air and wireless are great, and her bathroom is superlative. (Fully tiled, handicap-accessible, awesome.)
Mb has frosty air, wireless and she doesn't begrudge me snacking in her pantry (also, she COOKS), but there's no on-site laundry, and I'm OVER her five indoor cats. Also the floor plan, not that there's anything they can do about that. It's just that I often have to go the long way around depending on what beast has claimed a particular patch of floor.
Both Mb and J have Damn Short Furniture. Points off there. Like All Those Damn Stairs, they're hell on my knees. They both have wonderful dogs, though, as do the Cs. That forgives much. (J and the C's have one cat apiece, which is manageable. It's when there's a whole pride of them infesting the house that I consider violin lessons.)
My house may be a cluttered mess, and the neighborhood sucks, but I don't strain my knees getting up from my bed or the couch, the laundry area is adequate (albeit cluttered),and I have more than one clock in the house. Yes, I know my cell phone has a clock built-in, but it usually lives in my purse.
It's the little things that make a house home, I guess is what I'm getting at, but those little things are different for everyone. I miss my books and media. I miss good lighting to read by. I miss my lightweight Corelle dishes. I miss my full wardrobe and selection of shoes to choose from. Those are some of the things that define home for me. YMMV.
I'm not bitching; I hope it doesn't sound that way. It's just my brain poking at the events of the last month. There are trade-offs I've made to have air and net, and so far, they're worth it.
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