check 'survive' off the to-do list
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dragonlady7I had a little running joke with Dude last week about my to-do list having an item "survive" on it, and how I couldn't ever check that off until I failed, but he pointed out that if it was just the weekend to-do list it was perfectly possible to check it off at the end of the weekend if I had, indeed, survived, so.
I cleaned and cleaned, and got absolutely zero help with it, but I guess I'm over it; I did flip out and snap at Dude on Saturday morning when he took the cutting boards I'd left in the sink out and slapped them back down onto the filthy countertops I hadn't gotten around to cleaning yet. "Either they are COUNTERS, and NO FOOD GOES DIRECTLY ON THEM," I said, "or they are CUTTING BOARDS, which are WASHED AFTER EVERY USE. You MUST pick one, and you MUST adhere to it, I will NOT go on living like this where once a week I dry-heave in disgust and wash the cutting boards!"
So he's wiped them down after use a couple times now, so I guess I'll take it as a tentative victory.
I did get a new bathroom rug as well. Side note: those contour rugs that go around the base of the toilet. Oh I'm gonna make a poll about it.
I remain conflicted, myself, despite having just deliberately purchased one. I grew up without them but now my mother has them in her house. I just don't know.
Anyway-- I got the kitchen presentable, put away the last of Z's christmas gifts that he had left in a bag on the floor since January, got the laundry done, tidied some of the living room, got the guest bedroom tidied into usable state, and then--
well, then my friend's children both had high fevers, so the visit did not happen. Instead, we went over there yesterday, yes deliberately exposing ourselves to a plague house but what could we do? The children were so disappointed not to get to visit, so. We went and saw them.
And the little girl had a splinter in her finger, and her father was doctoring it out of her (he is a doctor, and tends to, well, not understand children all that well) and her mother was by turns exhorting her not to look and to be brave and then being sent to fetch things by her father, so I went and sat with her and showed her every photo on my phone of my cat, as that seemed the most helpful way to get a four-year-old to hold still for literally twenty minutes as her father dicked around endlessly with how to remove this tiny splinter. (He used, brace yourselves, a razor blade, which is not as bad as it sounds but still, i can't believe that kid held still but boy oh boy she did. They don't understand how unusually well-behaved their children are, by God.)
Anyhow. My house is halfway to clean, and I'm pleased enough but how to translate that into momentum? I really did not need to have spent all that time on the kitchen and no time on my bedroom, where the floordrobe is now utterly unusable and I cannot find anything and can only dress myself out of a dwindling pool of laundry basket items. I really needed to spend a few hours on that this weekend, and I spent 0 time because it had to be back-burnered so I could clean up after my fucking disaster guy. I am so tired. I am a disaster but he is the opposite of helping. I made some progress over the course of this whole winter at cleaning some of the backlog of mess from farm season when I just fling things out of my car and then repack it-- but what happened is that then he stopped doing his part at all, and now I can't feel like I've really made any progress, and now farm season is starting up again and I'll be loading up my car as early as this Friday to go back out there.
(I ordered some seeds two weeks ago and was waiting for them to arrive before I confirmed my itinerary. First Class Mail from Ohio usually takes three to four days, but I finally sent an email today and oh they hadn't sent them yet but will right away. WTAF.)
Sigh. Busy week ahead. I will not have any time for the floordrobe but maybe if I just pick out everything I ever wear at the farm and just bring it this trip and throw it in the pile of yurt goods, that'll thin it out...
I cleaned and cleaned, and got absolutely zero help with it, but I guess I'm over it; I did flip out and snap at Dude on Saturday morning when he took the cutting boards I'd left in the sink out and slapped them back down onto the filthy countertops I hadn't gotten around to cleaning yet. "Either they are COUNTERS, and NO FOOD GOES DIRECTLY ON THEM," I said, "or they are CUTTING BOARDS, which are WASHED AFTER EVERY USE. You MUST pick one, and you MUST adhere to it, I will NOT go on living like this where once a week I dry-heave in disgust and wash the cutting boards!"
So he's wiped them down after use a couple times now, so I guess I'll take it as a tentative victory.
I did get a new bathroom rug as well. Side note: those contour rugs that go around the base of the toilet. Oh I'm gonna make a poll about it.
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Those rugs at the foot of the toilet:
View Answers
unsanitary/gross
7 (50.0%)
low-class
0 (0.0%)
high-class
1 (7.1%)
comfortable
4 (28.6%)
what?
2 (14.3%)
I remain conflicted, myself, despite having just deliberately purchased one. I grew up without them but now my mother has them in her house. I just don't know.
Anyway-- I got the kitchen presentable, put away the last of Z's christmas gifts that he had left in a bag on the floor since January, got the laundry done, tidied some of the living room, got the guest bedroom tidied into usable state, and then--
well, then my friend's children both had high fevers, so the visit did not happen. Instead, we went over there yesterday, yes deliberately exposing ourselves to a plague house but what could we do? The children were so disappointed not to get to visit, so. We went and saw them.
And the little girl had a splinter in her finger, and her father was doctoring it out of her (he is a doctor, and tends to, well, not understand children all that well) and her mother was by turns exhorting her not to look and to be brave and then being sent to fetch things by her father, so I went and sat with her and showed her every photo on my phone of my cat, as that seemed the most helpful way to get a four-year-old to hold still for literally twenty minutes as her father dicked around endlessly with how to remove this tiny splinter. (He used, brace yourselves, a razor blade, which is not as bad as it sounds but still, i can't believe that kid held still but boy oh boy she did. They don't understand how unusually well-behaved their children are, by God.)
Anyhow. My house is halfway to clean, and I'm pleased enough but how to translate that into momentum? I really did not need to have spent all that time on the kitchen and no time on my bedroom, where the floordrobe is now utterly unusable and I cannot find anything and can only dress myself out of a dwindling pool of laundry basket items. I really needed to spend a few hours on that this weekend, and I spent 0 time because it had to be back-burnered so I could clean up after my fucking disaster guy. I am so tired. I am a disaster but he is the opposite of helping. I made some progress over the course of this whole winter at cleaning some of the backlog of mess from farm season when I just fling things out of my car and then repack it-- but what happened is that then he stopped doing his part at all, and now I can't feel like I've really made any progress, and now farm season is starting up again and I'll be loading up my car as early as this Friday to go back out there.
(I ordered some seeds two weeks ago and was waiting for them to arrive before I confirmed my itinerary. First Class Mail from Ohio usually takes three to four days, but I finally sent an email today and oh they hadn't sent them yet but will right away. WTAF.)
Sigh. Busy week ahead. I will not have any time for the floordrobe but maybe if I just pick out everything I ever wear at the farm and just bring it this trip and throw it in the pile of yurt goods, that'll thin it out...
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Date: 2019-04-01 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-04-01 07:12 pm (UTC)but we'd had 50 on friday. so.
I went outside and paced out the spot where I think I need to make the barren wastes be a garden again, and turned my compost. I need more green. I need to steal neighbors' grass clippings. You'd think since my compost is 99% coffee grounds I'd have enough but they have a way where they just disappear entirely, so they don't seem to account for much in the pile.
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Date: 2019-04-01 10:17 pm (UTC)compost is a pain to make right, but yeah lawn clippings to steal is good.
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Date: 2019-04-03 01:52 am (UTC)i've used the needle trick a bunch, but my most foolproof method, maybe not one i'd recommend, but it works for me, is to just leave it, because eventually it either gets eaten by your body or slightly infected and then you can force it out once the body has tried to encase it in pus.
i did once find a glass shard in my foot that has to have been in there for like a year though, it was really interesting. it was a tiny shard, in my defense.