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stupid puritan work ethic
Jun. 28th, 2015 07:50 pmIt's been a good weekend, but even the relaxing has seemed kind of like work.
Yesterday I woke up with a shrieking headache, which I put down to dehydration - I'd had a few drinks at a friend's birthday party the night before, but not actually enough even to feel any sort of buzz, and yet. But it was warm and crowded, so maybe I'd sweated a little more than usual, and also before getting a lift home with a friend I'd gone down to the White House to take rainbow-lit selfies because YAY SCOTUS SHIT YEAH EQUAL MARRIAGE AM I RIGHT?! So: dehydration is my ruling. (Plus, when I get a hangover it usually makes my stomach feel pretty sour too, and this was head only.) I was supposed to take Himself to the dealership so he wouldn't be stranded while his car was getting regular maintenance, but he went without me and we agreed I'd follow and pick him up - only by the time I was out of the shower he said they'd finished already and he'd only had to wait about an hour. After that we did the week's (meal planning and) grocery shopping, had a nap, and went to some friends' for dinner and bridge, because we are madly suburban and domestic. I didn't play a lot of hands, but in one case I opened two hearts (because I had eight points and six hearts to the ace-jack) and my partner jumped directly to six hearts, holy carp, but after losing the opening trick (in which my opponent led the ace of diamonds and neither of us was void), I took the rest and made the slam. Damn right. (My dad would have been so pleased. :-D) I also played brilliant defense on another hand and was responsible for setting the contract. So although I was always the weakest player in my family and it's been ages since I've played, I didn't totally suck. Gladness.
Today I went and bought bagels, dropped off a thing at the UPS store, got a pedicure, and then came home and dusted everything in the living room. We think they're done with the drywall and the sanding of the drywall mud, which has left a fine coat of grit on every. single. thing. in the house, so getting a whole room dust-free was (a) filthy and (b) really satisfying. Plus it's good to know that the progress is still progressing. The tradesmen--plumber, electrician, HVAC guy--took a bit longer with their work than the general contractor had expected them to, so he was kind of chomping at the bit to get his building crew back in here and get the drywall up and the rest of the work moving again, and sure enough they've been fast. Soon they will slap a coat of paint on the kitchen walls and hang up the wall cabinets, because we mysteriously had to take delivery of the cabinets way before anyone was ready for them, and getting the wall ones up will clear up some space to store the under-counter cabinets out of the way so the floor guy can come lay the floors down. And then we will have floors. We're guessing about six more weeks? Which on the one hand seems like a lot of time to finish up the remaining things, but on the other hand, it's already been six months, so we can handle six weeks. But we'll be so glad to be finished; even apart from the fact that everything we own is covered in sand, it's been pretty emotionally and psychically disruptive to be living in sort of two and a half rooms with two-thirds of our stuff in storage for this long. We both want to be able to spread out just a bit and exhale and get some decorations up and so on.
After dinner tonight while I did the washing up (because he cooks), Himself went to the hardware store to get some borax, which we will mix with peanut butter and dab on paper towels and leave around the kitchen in the hope of reducing the population of ants we can't seem to get rid of by keeping it clean or putting out those hexagonal bait traps. Ugh. They're not hurting anyone, I admit, but they're gross and I want them to go away. It's just a matter of time before they come crawling out of my cereal box; I want to get them under control before that happens. (The kitchen is going to be demolished and turned into an office. I am determined the new kitchen will not have ants. I don't know how confident I can be about this.)
Yesterday I woke up with a shrieking headache, which I put down to dehydration - I'd had a few drinks at a friend's birthday party the night before, but not actually enough even to feel any sort of buzz, and yet. But it was warm and crowded, so maybe I'd sweated a little more than usual, and also before getting a lift home with a friend I'd gone down to the White House to take rainbow-lit selfies because YAY SCOTUS SHIT YEAH EQUAL MARRIAGE AM I RIGHT?! So: dehydration is my ruling. (Plus, when I get a hangover it usually makes my stomach feel pretty sour too, and this was head only.) I was supposed to take Himself to the dealership so he wouldn't be stranded while his car was getting regular maintenance, but he went without me and we agreed I'd follow and pick him up - only by the time I was out of the shower he said they'd finished already and he'd only had to wait about an hour. After that we did the week's (meal planning and) grocery shopping, had a nap, and went to some friends' for dinner and bridge, because we are madly suburban and domestic. I didn't play a lot of hands, but in one case I opened two hearts (because I had eight points and six hearts to the ace-jack) and my partner jumped directly to six hearts, holy carp, but after losing the opening trick (in which my opponent led the ace of diamonds and neither of us was void), I took the rest and made the slam. Damn right. (My dad would have been so pleased. :-D) I also played brilliant defense on another hand and was responsible for setting the contract. So although I was always the weakest player in my family and it's been ages since I've played, I didn't totally suck. Gladness.
Today I went and bought bagels, dropped off a thing at the UPS store, got a pedicure, and then came home and dusted everything in the living room. We think they're done with the drywall and the sanding of the drywall mud, which has left a fine coat of grit on every. single. thing. in the house, so getting a whole room dust-free was (a) filthy and (b) really satisfying. Plus it's good to know that the progress is still progressing. The tradesmen--plumber, electrician, HVAC guy--took a bit longer with their work than the general contractor had expected them to, so he was kind of chomping at the bit to get his building crew back in here and get the drywall up and the rest of the work moving again, and sure enough they've been fast. Soon they will slap a coat of paint on the kitchen walls and hang up the wall cabinets, because we mysteriously had to take delivery of the cabinets way before anyone was ready for them, and getting the wall ones up will clear up some space to store the under-counter cabinets out of the way so the floor guy can come lay the floors down. And then we will have floors. We're guessing about six more weeks? Which on the one hand seems like a lot of time to finish up the remaining things, but on the other hand, it's already been six months, so we can handle six weeks. But we'll be so glad to be finished; even apart from the fact that everything we own is covered in sand, it's been pretty emotionally and psychically disruptive to be living in sort of two and a half rooms with two-thirds of our stuff in storage for this long. We both want to be able to spread out just a bit and exhale and get some decorations up and so on.
After dinner tonight while I did the washing up (because he cooks), Himself went to the hardware store to get some borax, which we will mix with peanut butter and dab on paper towels and leave around the kitchen in the hope of reducing the population of ants we can't seem to get rid of by keeping it clean or putting out those hexagonal bait traps. Ugh. They're not hurting anyone, I admit, but they're gross and I want them to go away. It's just a matter of time before they come crawling out of my cereal box; I want to get them under control before that happens. (The kitchen is going to be demolished and turned into an office. I am determined the new kitchen will not have ants. I don't know how confident I can be about this.)
