kittydesade | (no subject)

'of the' once again, this specific form of the genitive case
If the second noun is definite and masculine, is is preceded by 'an' and lenited.
If the second noun is definite and feminine, it is preceded by 'na' and not lenited.

barr an bhóthair - top of the road
bun an bhóthair - end of the road
bean an tí - woman of the house
lár an lae - middle of the day
lár an tseomra - middle of the room
lár an leathanaigh - middle of the page
barr an leathanaigh - top of the page
gloine an uisce - the glass of water

doras na cistine - door of the kitchen
nuacht na maidine - morning news
barr na sráide - top of the street
tús na seachtaine - beginning of the week
gloine na beorach - the glass of beer

Definitely could use more practice in the genitive, argh.

I have no idea why the draw specialist a) called my home number instead of my cell, which is my contact for everything house/mortgage related, or b) wouldn't give the boy the information, since he's on the damn mortgage too. This is not the most auspicious of beginnings, bank. Though I suppose the other option is that it was the bank calling about my account and the boy misheard, because I think my home phone number is on my bank account as my contact number. Because no one ever does. At any rate. The boy was meeting with the contractor today to discuss getting the work permits, so that's going forward.

The boy asked if there was someplace downtown we could make duplicates of house keys, at which point it became just a little more real. Along with the irritating reality of having to negotiate draw and paying for renovations. Ugh. And because it took so damn long from the first time he looked at the house, now we actually likely won't be moved in till mid-November. Though I can understand, since we've had torrential downpour for three of the last four days, why some things like roof repair might be delayed. Fucking hell, though.

There's a certain element here of I thought this shit would stop once the house purchase was done! No, Jag, of course it won't, now you have to wrangle the bank to pay for the renovations. It's a little less, though? I can get some of the boxes out from the apartment and into the new house. Clean some of the rooms in the apartment. And that'll make the move slower, which might even make it easier. Just. Ugh, yet more shit to slog through. Woo. I keep reminding myself, it's not actually that bad. It's filling out some forms, turning them back in, and then making a phone call to the bank tomorrow if the draw offices haven't figured out that my cell phone is better than the other.

So tired. Just want to move boxes and curl up in my new house and sleeep. Which is probably most of it, on the downswing from yay it's achieved what you mean I have to do more work? Fuck you all want my nap. ... actually, not even more work, more paperwork. Fucking paperwork.

On the plus side, work permits. For work. On our house. OUR. HOUSE. Gnaw gnaw gnaw our house for me and the boy not for anyone else. Hah.