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Dec. 6th, 2012 10:33 amI keep swinging wildly back and forth between this is going to be the best house ever and oh god I've already fucked up the decorating with the three lights I've selected. Which, shut up backbrain. The chandelier is fine, that's where the dining table is going to go anyway, so shut the hell up. I did a bit of looking at furniture on craigslist, which seems like a good place and hopefully that'll turn up some good deals, and if I'm very very lucky, I'll have a nicely furnished house soon. And maybe my backbrain will shut the fuck up about my decorating sense or supposed lack thereof.
Still hope we can swap the kitchen lights, though. And still not entirely sure why they couldn't originally go where they were meant to (potrack over the sink, pendant in the center) but oh well. The board the potrack is supposed to go on is, admittedly, a little narrow for the anchoring pendant, but we can nail a couple pieces of wood to either side, paint it up, and install it there and it'll be fine. And then the boything won't hit his head on my pots and pans, either! Stove and bed are due to come next Monday, if I'm clever and remember I can take the work dolly (that's a rolling handcart, I don't know where 'dolly' isn't common terminology, but just in case) home and we can move the old appliances out of the way, new ones into place. Fuck this waiting for the appliance store shit. And then... thinking about it, and then we'll just be waiting for the stove and our brand new bed, and possibly still looking for furniture if a couple of craigslist inquiries don't turn out. Well, still looking for other furniture, but looking less urgently. Holy crap.
I also had the distinctly odd realization that I actually will be in the house in time to celebrate my first Hanukkah. The trepidation and squirminess I felt earlier seems to have dissipated, thankfully, replaced mostly by a wistful curiosity and anticipation of, what, reconnecting with child me? That's a lot of what it feels like, actually. Being a child at holidays again. I'll take that as a sign as I'm doing something that's right for me, and so I guess the first thing to do the next time I get over to the house is dig out my shiny new menorah and the candles. Fortunately they're in the same place. And then I'll know where it is come sundown on the first day.
Plus, for whatever reason, despite as far as I can tell no one in either my Mom's generation or my generation celebrating the holiday, we still give out chocolate gelt this time of year. Or rather, periodically I get packages with gelt and find it on my desk and whatnot.
I managed to even do my exercises this morning, which is sort of amazing. I've been really lackadaisical about it this past week. But as was pointed out to me by one of my sister courtesans, even a little bit of exercise will make me feel better. And it did! Slow but steady progress. Back to routines and something resembling normality for the next couple weeks, that thereafter will more closely resemble normality as we settle in to our new home.
I wonder if someone will smite me or lecture me with patient well-meaning condescension if I put up Christmas lights in white and blue. Probably not, they'll just think it's a snow theme. And yes, I'm still practicing pagan, and what. I like pretty lights. We'll call them holiday lights. Especially since I don't plan on putting out any Santa stuff, just, pretty lights and maybe put out some cloven oranges in the house. Which is where you stick cloves into oranges and your fingertips bleed but then the house smells really really good. We used to do that at home, too.
I should write home. I should do a lot of things, fiddly little detail things, most of which are written down on my to-do list but several of which involve finishing knitting projects. And starting more knitting projects and then finishing them. Knit ALL THE YARN! Write ALL THE BLOGS! And ALL THE YULETIDE! And and and. My mind is currently going in twenty directions at once, which is a good sign that it's time for me to start rambling at alloy'all and start doing some of those things on my list. Okay, ramblers. Let's get rambling.
Still hope we can swap the kitchen lights, though. And still not entirely sure why they couldn't originally go where they were meant to (potrack over the sink, pendant in the center) but oh well. The board the potrack is supposed to go on is, admittedly, a little narrow for the anchoring pendant, but we can nail a couple pieces of wood to either side, paint it up, and install it there and it'll be fine. And then the boything won't hit his head on my pots and pans, either! Stove and bed are due to come next Monday, if I'm clever and remember I can take the work dolly (that's a rolling handcart, I don't know where 'dolly' isn't common terminology, but just in case) home and we can move the old appliances out of the way, new ones into place. Fuck this waiting for the appliance store shit. And then... thinking about it, and then we'll just be waiting for the stove and our brand new bed, and possibly still looking for furniture if a couple of craigslist inquiries don't turn out. Well, still looking for other furniture, but looking less urgently. Holy crap.
I also had the distinctly odd realization that I actually will be in the house in time to celebrate my first Hanukkah. The trepidation and squirminess I felt earlier seems to have dissipated, thankfully, replaced mostly by a wistful curiosity and anticipation of, what, reconnecting with child me? That's a lot of what it feels like, actually. Being a child at holidays again. I'll take that as a sign as I'm doing something that's right for me, and so I guess the first thing to do the next time I get over to the house is dig out my shiny new menorah and the candles. Fortunately they're in the same place. And then I'll know where it is come sundown on the first day.
Plus, for whatever reason, despite as far as I can tell no one in either my Mom's generation or my generation celebrating the holiday, we still give out chocolate gelt this time of year. Or rather, periodically I get packages with gelt and find it on my desk and whatnot.
I managed to even do my exercises this morning, which is sort of amazing. I've been really lackadaisical about it this past week. But as was pointed out to me by one of my sister courtesans, even a little bit of exercise will make me feel better. And it did! Slow but steady progress. Back to routines and something resembling normality for the next couple weeks, that thereafter will more closely resemble normality as we settle in to our new home.
I wonder if someone will smite me or lecture me with patient well-meaning condescension if I put up Christmas lights in white and blue. Probably not, they'll just think it's a snow theme. And yes, I'm still practicing pagan, and what. I like pretty lights. We'll call them holiday lights. Especially since I don't plan on putting out any Santa stuff, just, pretty lights and maybe put out some cloven oranges in the house. Which is where you stick cloves into oranges and your fingertips bleed but then the house smells really really good. We used to do that at home, too.
I should write home. I should do a lot of things, fiddly little detail things, most of which are written down on my to-do list but several of which involve finishing knitting projects. And starting more knitting projects and then finishing them. Knit ALL THE YARN! Write ALL THE BLOGS! And ALL THE YULETIDE! And and and. My mind is currently going in twenty directions at once, which is a good sign that it's time for me to start rambling at alloy'all and start doing some of those things on my list. Okay, ramblers. Let's get rambling.