or is that cat-vacuuming?
Because I have a full day's plus of housecleaning to do, I sat down at the computer and ran through my "social media". (I'd only turned it on to have music while I cleaned, really!) I usually check in here every couple of days, even if I don't post, but I also checked out my new facebook (boo, but it's a family thing) and looked over my yahoo email. Three and a half hours later I haven't even gotten to the twitter, or the deleting of emails, the google blogs (which kicks me out every time I try to go in anyway) or what passes for my rss feed. How do you all keep up with this?
I have my fingers crossed, though; another two rounds of plumbing (the after effect being that the plumber's dirty boots and dirty hands got my wall and bathtub really dirty) including snaking out the cold water feed to the entire building has given me almost up-to-par cold water pressure. WHOO HOO! I LURVE this landlord. Thursday I called about a ceiling fan that had died ("this isn't an emergency"), and our maintenance guy was up here in an hour.
I invited my mother to dinner tomorrow. This is going to be interesting, since I haven't assembled the dinette which is in boxes on my floor. I'm actually not sure I can, physically, put it together, since my hands don't work well enough to get any torque on the screws. Also interesting because my mother is intensely nosy, and spending time with her is an exercise in having conversation without giving her information which she will be compelled to share with the rest of the family (once it's been suitably exaggerated, dramafied and scandolocified, that is). Lastly, it will be interesting because just getting her into the building involves vacating my parking space, (I only have one), waiting for her with the garage door opener, and parking her car in my teeny tiny parking space. (Otherwise she'd have a long walk in from the street with 3 sets of stairs, and I don't think she can do it.) Oh, and of course - I'm a lousy cook. ;)
Oh, and on the John Wright kerfluffle - once I stopped laughing and crying into my apron and pinafore, I realized that the man was under the delusion that he'd time-traveled to 1976 Indianapolis, Indiana. (Where the local paper, the Star, was so conservative that it ran the comic "Funky Winkerbean" as "Winkerbean".)
I have my fingers crossed, though; another two rounds of plumbing (the after effect being that the plumber's dirty boots and dirty hands got my wall and bathtub really dirty) including snaking out the cold water feed to the entire building has given me almost up-to-par cold water pressure. WHOO HOO! I LURVE this landlord. Thursday I called about a ceiling fan that had died ("this isn't an emergency"), and our maintenance guy was up here in an hour.
I invited my mother to dinner tomorrow. This is going to be interesting, since I haven't assembled the dinette which is in boxes on my floor. I'm actually not sure I can, physically, put it together, since my hands don't work well enough to get any torque on the screws. Also interesting because my mother is intensely nosy, and spending time with her is an exercise in having conversation without giving her information which she will be compelled to share with the rest of the family (once it's been suitably exaggerated, dramafied and scandolocified, that is). Lastly, it will be interesting because just getting her into the building involves vacating my parking space, (I only have one), waiting for her with the garage door opener, and parking her car in my teeny tiny parking space. (Otherwise she'd have a long walk in from the street with 3 sets of stairs, and I don't think she can do it.) Oh, and of course - I'm a lousy cook. ;)
Oh, and on the John Wright kerfluffle - once I stopped laughing and crying into my apron and pinafore, I realized that the man was under the delusion that he'd time-traveled to 1976 Indianapolis, Indiana. (Where the local paper, the Star, was so conservative that it ran the comic "Funky Winkerbean" as "Winkerbean".)