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oh. Well then.
Jun. 26th, 2005 11:57 amOh. Well. This explains everything about where Dave was yesterday. Thanks for the clarification.
In the meantime. It's Sunday, which is my Friday. But I have to work tomorrow. So that I can have Saturday off.
Great.
I'm tired. I washed the car, watered everything I could reach with the hose (instead of the "stay alive" dribbles from the watering can, i decided to soak everything because God damnit, it's not raining and it was supposed to last night). I then did the dishes (there were only a few; dave's been keeping up with them and I love him forever), and scrubbed the tub, and indeed the entire bathroom.
Now I have to get ready to go to work, and I should probably eat something.
I made coffee this morning. We borrowed a coffee maker from Dave's mom, because last time my Mom visited there was a very traumatic moment when she got out of bed and went into the kitchen and... came into my room and asked me, "Where's your coffee maker??!!" We had to go out to Tim's before the day could proceed. (Horton's, for coffee. And donuts. While we were out.)
So I tried out the coffee maker. It was fun.
I don't want to go to work. Whine, whine.
I've sketched out a timetable for cleaning the rest of the house. My goal is for it to be reasonably tidy but not look like I've really tried, so I can say "Oh, you know, I meant to clean it better, but I had to work overtime this week..." and delude them into believing that my house is usually reasonably clean. Hence the cleaning the bathroom today, so it'll be slightly dusty by then, and look like I usually keep it clean, rather than that it's usually a sty and I've only just hoed it out and scrubbed it down. (OK, not a sty, but I never dust. Ever. But we don't want them to know that.)
So tomorrow morning I'm going to entirely empty out the back porch and dust and sweep and scrub it from top to bottom, and then rearrange it as attractively as I can. I gotta come up with a good way of doing it... I sorta wish it were bigger. Now that it's hot and we have no A/C, it's sort of the only comfortable room in the house in the evenings.
I have Tuesday off, and we have to go to Canada to get certain things one can only buy at The Beer Store (Motto: Where The Beers Are). (I love Canada. but for some reason I want that to say, "Where the Beers At.")
I'm pondering zipping up to the Ikea in St. Catherines to maybe, just maybe, buy a love seat or couch or chair or something god dammit, because I have almost nowhere in my house that is actually comfortable to sit, and this is driven home to me every time I have visitors. That would be a very constructive use of Katy's $200 and the extra $150 I earned this week what with the sixth day. (I just paid all the bills, and while it was a heavy drain on the bank account, more was left than I'd anticipated. So am feeling, for me, flush.) And I'd have something cool to show Mom and Dad. And also, somewhere to sleep once I've given them my bed and Fiona Dave's bed and Dave's gone to sleep at his mom's.
In the meantime. It's Sunday, which is my Friday. But I have to work tomorrow. So that I can have Saturday off.
Great.
I'm tired. I washed the car, watered everything I could reach with the hose (instead of the "stay alive" dribbles from the watering can, i decided to soak everything because God damnit, it's not raining and it was supposed to last night). I then did the dishes (there were only a few; dave's been keeping up with them and I love him forever), and scrubbed the tub, and indeed the entire bathroom.
Now I have to get ready to go to work, and I should probably eat something.
I made coffee this morning. We borrowed a coffee maker from Dave's mom, because last time my Mom visited there was a very traumatic moment when she got out of bed and went into the kitchen and... came into my room and asked me, "Where's your coffee maker??!!" We had to go out to Tim's before the day could proceed. (Horton's, for coffee. And donuts. While we were out.)
So I tried out the coffee maker. It was fun.
I don't want to go to work. Whine, whine.
I've sketched out a timetable for cleaning the rest of the house. My goal is for it to be reasonably tidy but not look like I've really tried, so I can say "Oh, you know, I meant to clean it better, but I had to work overtime this week..." and delude them into believing that my house is usually reasonably clean. Hence the cleaning the bathroom today, so it'll be slightly dusty by then, and look like I usually keep it clean, rather than that it's usually a sty and I've only just hoed it out and scrubbed it down. (OK, not a sty, but I never dust. Ever. But we don't want them to know that.)
So tomorrow morning I'm going to entirely empty out the back porch and dust and sweep and scrub it from top to bottom, and then rearrange it as attractively as I can. I gotta come up with a good way of doing it... I sorta wish it were bigger. Now that it's hot and we have no A/C, it's sort of the only comfortable room in the house in the evenings.
I have Tuesday off, and we have to go to Canada to get certain things one can only buy at The Beer Store (Motto: Where The Beers Are). (I love Canada. but for some reason I want that to say, "Where the Beers At.")
I'm pondering zipping up to the Ikea in St. Catherines to maybe, just maybe, buy a love seat or couch or chair or something god dammit, because I have almost nowhere in my house that is actually comfortable to sit, and this is driven home to me every time I have visitors. That would be a very constructive use of Katy's $200 and the extra $150 I earned this week what with the sixth day. (I just paid all the bills, and while it was a heavy drain on the bank account, more was left than I'd anticipated. So am feeling, for me, flush.) And I'd have something cool to show Mom and Dad. And also, somewhere to sleep once I've given them my bed and Fiona Dave's bed and Dave's gone to sleep at his mom's.
