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dragonlady7I discovered this week that the banjo teacher's possibly-supernatural wife is named Athena, which is fantastic.
This week she told us a story of how she slipped down some steps and broke a bone in her foot while pregnant with (vague wave kitchenward where two teenish boys were hovering over the Instant Pot as it pressure-released) "one a them" and instantly proclaimed "I BROKE MY FOOT", at which her husband laughed and fondly said, "You sure did."
(These conversations usually happen as we are awkwardly shuffling out through the length of the twisting route out of the house, while the woman who takes the next lesson, who calls us "Banjo Couple" and calls herself "Banjo Spinster", shuffles in through the length of the twisting route of the house.)
This week the table had a painting project on it-- formica or paperboard tiles with designs on them that looked just like the painted designs on the floor of the kitchen-- instead of the hexagon quilting stuff.
I have been busy but not accomplished this weekend, as usual.
I did some laundry and set out to dig out fabric for more hexagons-- I found orange, I found some purple but not the purple I'd been thinking of, some bluish-purple small-print remnants of quilting fabric I bought for the project for Farmbaby's baby shower, she's five now, so, I've had it a while, but I know there's some left-- I found more pink, anyway, I have a lot of pink fabric, I wonder why that is, I sure don't buy it-- and then I wound up tidying the basement, at least fixing up the stuff I hauled hurriedly out of the way when they came to do the water heater. I also got myself worked up into even more of a rage about the downstairs stove being disconnected. EVEN! IF! we weren't USING IT! It WORKED when you GOT HERE, it should WORK WHEN YOU LEAVE. How DARE they even ASK if they have to hook it back up!! What the fuck!!!
I also found an empty coffee cup, an empty water bottle, a greasy cardboard box that used to hold pipe parts, a four-foot length of iron pipe, and assorted galvanized ventilation pipe offcuts randomly scattered throughout an impressively wide physical area of the basement. Listen I get that the basement's a mess but it's really disrespectful to take that as a license to just discard trash wherever the fuck you feel like. I know it's stupid to expect workmen to be that tidy but I don't like it. (They also entirely coated the whole floor in mud but I expected that.)
The water heater has needed to be reset five times in total this week, so we're not pleased about that either. The bill just arrived and Dude was like, "I might have to call them," and I gathered myself and said, "You need to ask them to reconnect the stove they disconnected. I know you told them they didn't have to but I don't think it's right. We didn't haul that thing down there and nearly kill ourselves hooking it up just to have them disconnect it because you don't think I use it and it would have taken them three extra minutes of work to put it the fuck back the way they fucking found it."
He's been grumpy about that ever since but I'm right. If he doesn't want me to have it down there he can help me haul it out. I won't have it sitting there unusable. I worked really hard to get it there and hook it up. And I want to be able to use it. I'm sorry I work full-time and so haven't had time to do any dyeing projects in the last five years, but I did use it five years ago and I would like the option to continue to use it. I don't think that's unreasonable and I'm upset at being considered unreasonable, and I'm upset that he thinks that. If it's so important to him that I use every tool at my disposal on a regular basis well then I'll quit my job and stay home so that I can do that. Like, what the fuck?
We got up and went grocery shopping early this morning, before the crowds, and then I cleared everything out of our yard that is not attached to anything because they're predicting 75mph gusts of wind tonight. I don't expect I'll sleep well, oh well.
I have achieved a tiny bit of quilting on the pajamas to lap quilt project, and have trimmed some of the seams, and am still deciding how many more squares I need. Maybe I'll do a bunch of half-squares around the outside? Or 3/4 squares and make them inside-out so they'll serve as the border of the quilt and be self-bound? I don't want to have to put binding on this, I don't know how and don't want to learn, presently.
But I'm trying to remind and reassure myself that it's okay if I don't get a whole lot done this weekend, I did a bunch of cleaning and organizing and it is much better downstairs than it was, and that is fine and okay and good.
Oh yeah I should fill some buckets in case we lose power. Definitely I'll charge my electronics. Wait I think we still have water when the power's out, here-- the municipal water system works from a tower, I think, not an electric pump. But I should locate our flashlights and maybe get out some of the yurt lanterns/candles, just in case. 75mph gusts is no joke.
This week she told us a story of how she slipped down some steps and broke a bone in her foot while pregnant with (vague wave kitchenward where two teenish boys were hovering over the Instant Pot as it pressure-released) "one a them" and instantly proclaimed "I BROKE MY FOOT", at which her husband laughed and fondly said, "You sure did."
(These conversations usually happen as we are awkwardly shuffling out through the length of the twisting route out of the house, while the woman who takes the next lesson, who calls us "Banjo Couple" and calls herself "Banjo Spinster", shuffles in through the length of the twisting route of the house.)
This week the table had a painting project on it-- formica or paperboard tiles with designs on them that looked just like the painted designs on the floor of the kitchen-- instead of the hexagon quilting stuff.
I have been busy but not accomplished this weekend, as usual.
I did some laundry and set out to dig out fabric for more hexagons-- I found orange, I found some purple but not the purple I'd been thinking of, some bluish-purple small-print remnants of quilting fabric I bought for the project for Farmbaby's baby shower, she's five now, so, I've had it a while, but I know there's some left-- I found more pink, anyway, I have a lot of pink fabric, I wonder why that is, I sure don't buy it-- and then I wound up tidying the basement, at least fixing up the stuff I hauled hurriedly out of the way when they came to do the water heater. I also got myself worked up into even more of a rage about the downstairs stove being disconnected. EVEN! IF! we weren't USING IT! It WORKED when you GOT HERE, it should WORK WHEN YOU LEAVE. How DARE they even ASK if they have to hook it back up!! What the fuck!!!
I also found an empty coffee cup, an empty water bottle, a greasy cardboard box that used to hold pipe parts, a four-foot length of iron pipe, and assorted galvanized ventilation pipe offcuts randomly scattered throughout an impressively wide physical area of the basement. Listen I get that the basement's a mess but it's really disrespectful to take that as a license to just discard trash wherever the fuck you feel like. I know it's stupid to expect workmen to be that tidy but I don't like it. (They also entirely coated the whole floor in mud but I expected that.)
The water heater has needed to be reset five times in total this week, so we're not pleased about that either. The bill just arrived and Dude was like, "I might have to call them," and I gathered myself and said, "You need to ask them to reconnect the stove they disconnected. I know you told them they didn't have to but I don't think it's right. We didn't haul that thing down there and nearly kill ourselves hooking it up just to have them disconnect it because you don't think I use it and it would have taken them three extra minutes of work to put it the fuck back the way they fucking found it."
He's been grumpy about that ever since but I'm right. If he doesn't want me to have it down there he can help me haul it out. I won't have it sitting there unusable. I worked really hard to get it there and hook it up. And I want to be able to use it. I'm sorry I work full-time and so haven't had time to do any dyeing projects in the last five years, but I did use it five years ago and I would like the option to continue to use it. I don't think that's unreasonable and I'm upset at being considered unreasonable, and I'm upset that he thinks that. If it's so important to him that I use every tool at my disposal on a regular basis well then I'll quit my job and stay home so that I can do that. Like, what the fuck?
We got up and went grocery shopping early this morning, before the crowds, and then I cleared everything out of our yard that is not attached to anything because they're predicting 75mph gusts of wind tonight. I don't expect I'll sleep well, oh well.
I have achieved a tiny bit of quilting on the pajamas to lap quilt project, and have trimmed some of the seams, and am still deciding how many more squares I need. Maybe I'll do a bunch of half-squares around the outside? Or 3/4 squares and make them inside-out so they'll serve as the border of the quilt and be self-bound? I don't want to have to put binding on this, I don't know how and don't want to learn, presently.
But I'm trying to remind and reassure myself that it's okay if I don't get a whole lot done this weekend, I did a bunch of cleaning and organizing and it is much better downstairs than it was, and that is fine and okay and good.
Oh yeah I should fill some buckets in case we lose power. Definitely I'll charge my electronics. Wait I think we still have water when the power's out, here-- the municipal water system works from a tower, I think, not an electric pump. But I should locate our flashlights and maybe get out some of the yurt lanterns/candles, just in case. 75mph gusts is no joke.
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Date: 2019-02-24 03:25 pm (UTC)those workmen are very rude. you definitely should clean up your shit after you finish a job. it's not that hard!
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Date: 2019-02-25 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-27 02:19 am (UTC)I told him that he's got to demand they hook the damn stove back up, but I don't know if he's actually conveyed that. Sometimes when he disagrees with me he just... doesn't say he disagrees, he just does his own thing. It can be frustrating.
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Date: 2019-02-25 12:51 pm (UTC)