updates from the Lair

[dragonlady7]

It be mo'fuckin' hot out there, yo.

Now, I know, y'all are laughing at me for being distressed by 96 degree heat. (According to the thermometer in the north-facing kitchen window.)
It's not that it's so hot, or so humid, but that it's enough of both to mean that I'm perpetually dripping water. Some of it was that I kept squirting myself with the hose while I was hosing things down. Some of it is that after I'd done so, and then dried myself off with paper towels, i was just dripping again. So. Yeah. It's hot.
There's a particular kind of hot, when it's hot in a place that doesn't usually get hot. By the way, it has never been 100 degrees in Buffalo. 99 yes, 100 no. So... We're not really built for this kinda thing.
And there's an ozone warning out today, because of the atmospheric conditions. It's just, a sort of weather like this place isn't designed to cope with. So. Unpleasant, and moreso that I felt the need to do heavy cleaning in it. But.

The sunporch is spotless. I did the floor and the windows, removed all the furniture, cleaned it, and have put the place back together now. It looks gorgeous.

Dave and I went and ran some errands and had some subs for lunch (in the a/c. It was probably 78 in the store-- John & Mary's A-Bomb Submarines (vintage Sheridan Ave; founded 1952 and probably has the original sign)-- and we were feeling that it was a little warm in there until we stepped outside and realized how perfectly comfortable it had been...

We've decided to visit Ikea and buy a couch. The money the Captains Smith gave us for Dave's graduation would cover more than half, and we really need more places to sit, right now. Maybe we'll buy some chairs instead, but really, a couch would be awesome.
Then the old couch could go out on the sunporch for the summer, and be a good spot for chillin in the evenings. Come autumn, we chuck it down the basement and have a den down there, like we've been meaning to.
We need chairs too, but one or the other can wait until dave gets a job.
We had a little quarrel about money but it seemed to stem from the fact that I whine about being poor too much so Dave doesn't listen to me when I talk anymore, and so when I told him on Thursday that I'd just caught up on all the bills except the credit card and my student loans (and I'd made some progress on the credit card) and had enough left over for next month's rent without touching the HSBC account where I deposited Katy's check, he thought I was being crazy when I started suggesting we get a couch. But that's been sorted out and I didn't have to hurt anybody.

But I don't actually know my schedule for this week, so I am no longer sure that I can do that tomorrow. Tom has this nasty habit of posting the schedule on Sunday nights and telling me during my shift that it's been changed and I better check it; I have this nasty habit of only looking at the schedule before I start work and not on my way out, especially on Sundays which are either exhausting or infuriating. So i don't know what my schedule is this week and am operating on the assumption that I still start at 4 today only because nobody called me to ask why I wasn't in yet.
Alls I can say is that I damn well better have Saturday off. And at least one day before then. I had plans for this week, dammit. And I won't hesitate to call off not "sick", but "you didn't post this in time and sorry, I am a living human with an autonomous consciousness and yes, made plans." Which should be a valid excuse.

Thelonius Monk - smoke gets in your eyes

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/ganga_/]

Not sorry for you. The calender says July, but that's all we got to go on, as far as summer i concerned. That and, you know, the polar bears that usually roam the streets in this country have trekked north (late this year) and aren't expected back until mid October.

I mean it's cold here, okay?!

Sorry. Bronze gods become angry when not see good friend Sun for several months.

[lenine2.livejournal.com]

Thelonius - when I was in college one of my piano professors had a poster of him. His head was thrown back, his eyes were shut, he was smiling, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. I loved that picture so much. I haven't been able to find it since.

My Man Thelonius.