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Dec. 10th, 2012 08:03 amThis is actually way more fun than I expected. Despite morning routines still being skewered on account of ... well, mostly on account of not having my clothes unpacked so I pretty much have to get dressed for work right away, and it's hard to work out properly in my jeans. Though I suppose as soon as I'm done with this I'll do some, because it took me looking back at a nudge on my check-in post to remember that even some, yes, is better than none. If nothing else I can do push-ups and some stretches. And no, self, even if you do push-ups you're not going to push through the hardwood floor. Come on, you've lived with hardwood floors before, you're smarter than that.
(I have very weird twitches and tics while getting used to living here. Or maybe they're normal and no one ever talks about them so they just feel weird to me.)
And despite morning routines still being fucked I have memrise'd, I have watered plants and taken out some recycling and trash. I have fed, scooped, and watered cats. I have had breakfast, or such as I can cobble together with my half a kitchen at the moment. I have showered and pulled together clean clothes from the bizarre pile of boxes in which they are currently resting. How bizarre, you ask? I found an unopened container of vanilla extract in with my shirts and jeans. I have no idea why it was there.
I have turned off the hot water heater and the main gas line into the house so the boiler guy can hook up the last few radiators without difficulty. Contractor guy stopped in and was highly entertaining and surprised that we've moved in (DUDE. We told you. Several times. Don't be such a dingbat.) but was able to tell me at least that the electric county inspectors would be by today to check out our electric. If we're lucky, too, our bed will be delivered today and I won't have to throttle anyone. And then stove, maybe we can maneuver the fridge in today/tonight, but either way, we should actually start having a real grown-up house! Maybe tomorrow we can hit the hardware store and/or maybe this weekend we can look for furniture and I can have a real grown-up dresser. Craigslist is not working out for me so far, sad to say. But maybe if we just go with dresser and vanity table for now something will turn up! I hope I hope.
Meanwhile, for my remembering's sake, today I have to cancel cable at the old place and find out where to drop off the boxen, finish putting away the kitchen, and write all the Yuletide ever. I don't think I have anything else to do in terms of house logistical talking to people crap. I think. I hope, anyway. That shit is more tiring than being on the phone for five minutes has any right to be.
(I have very weird twitches and tics while getting used to living here. Or maybe they're normal and no one ever talks about them so they just feel weird to me.)
And despite morning routines still being fucked I have memrise'd, I have watered plants and taken out some recycling and trash. I have fed, scooped, and watered cats. I have had breakfast, or such as I can cobble together with my half a kitchen at the moment. I have showered and pulled together clean clothes from the bizarre pile of boxes in which they are currently resting. How bizarre, you ask? I found an unopened container of vanilla extract in with my shirts and jeans. I have no idea why it was there.
I have turned off the hot water heater and the main gas line into the house so the boiler guy can hook up the last few radiators without difficulty. Contractor guy stopped in and was highly entertaining and surprised that we've moved in (DUDE. We told you. Several times. Don't be such a dingbat.) but was able to tell me at least that the electric county inspectors would be by today to check out our electric. If we're lucky, too, our bed will be delivered today and I won't have to throttle anyone. And then stove, maybe we can maneuver the fridge in today/tonight, but either way, we should actually start having a real grown-up house! Maybe tomorrow we can hit the hardware store and/or maybe this weekend we can look for furniture and I can have a real grown-up dresser. Craigslist is not working out for me so far, sad to say. But maybe if we just go with dresser and vanity table for now something will turn up! I hope I hope.
Meanwhile, for my remembering's sake, today I have to cancel cable at the old place and find out where to drop off the boxen, finish putting away the kitchen, and write all the Yuletide ever. I don't think I have anything else to do in terms of house logistical talking to people crap. I think. I hope, anyway. That shit is more tiring than being on the phone for five minutes has any right to be.