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Dec. 11th, 2012 09:09 amIt has now occurred to me that I should start collecting the random copper bits the heating people have been leaving around my house, just to have them around in case I want random steampunk accessories. WHAT. My costuming tendencies amuse me.
So, okay, heating was happening yesterday and inspections are happening today. Whatev. Either way, the radiators are all connected now and we're going to fire up the boiler today in theory, just in time because it's going to get fucking freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth. Seriously, it was 65 over the weekend? It's less than 40 today and supposedly feels like 30. Of course the highs are supposed to be in the 50s all week, but the lows are down to the 20s, which means at night this house is ... well, probably not actually going to get that cold. But it's not going to have much of a chance to warm up from outside air, either. And our dinky little space heaters are only good for a couple of rooms. Though if this shit keeps up I'll just move my space heater into an upstairs room so I have that and the boy has the other one in the other room and he can sleep. Or something.
No, it probably won't come to that, I think we're firing up the boiler this afternoon. So. Oh god next week it's going to be even colder. Hello, Winter! I'm so glad the heating is finally fucking finished.
Yuletide goes apace, and I think we have blog plans for the next few weeks. Certainly we have several essays planned out, at least one of which might get finished today and then two more hopefully drafted over the next few days, in between Yuletide. If I'm very lucky I might be up to date on Yuletide by Friday! (Not finished. I'm never finished with Yuletide until usually the 26th/27th or so, thanks to defaulters and other people I want to slap with fish. But up to date.)
I might try to transplant my broccoli this weekend, too. It's all getting fairly big for three to a pot. And I should probably harvest some of the herbs that are attempting to turn into little trees. Like the cilantro. I should take a picture of that before I harvest it, there's a bunch of shoots that are all growing pretty normal and one that's just taken off and gone WAHOOO! and is going fucking nuts. Plants. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Literally!
The mists have subsided with the drizzle, so no Avalon for this place, I'll have to come up with some other name. Seriously, a house this grand needs a name, and I'm not sure what it should be. I am not naming it Wayne Manor, either. Some friends of mine called their house Doomsday Manor. Another college friend lives in Mirkwood. I don't know, help? Suggestions? Eyerolling? Anyone?
Ugh, I don't wanna go to work and be a responsible adult today. I want to stay home and curl up with a space heater and my netbook and fuck around with writing and blog shit all day. I'm still boggled at how much the blog has taken off, too. At least we're sort of kind of keeping up with it in that we've got plans to do stuff that's fun for us and, hopefully, fun for our readers too, in the future. That ought to keep us busy for a while.
So, okay, heating was happening yesterday and inspections are happening today. Whatev. Either way, the radiators are all connected now and we're going to fire up the boiler today in theory, just in time because it's going to get fucking freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth. Seriously, it was 65 over the weekend? It's less than 40 today and supposedly feels like 30. Of course the highs are supposed to be in the 50s all week, but the lows are down to the 20s, which means at night this house is ... well, probably not actually going to get that cold. But it's not going to have much of a chance to warm up from outside air, either. And our dinky little space heaters are only good for a couple of rooms. Though if this shit keeps up I'll just move my space heater into an upstairs room so I have that and the boy has the other one in the other room and he can sleep. Or something.
No, it probably won't come to that, I think we're firing up the boiler this afternoon. So. Oh god next week it's going to be even colder. Hello, Winter! I'm so glad the heating is finally fucking finished.
Yuletide goes apace, and I think we have blog plans for the next few weeks. Certainly we have several essays planned out, at least one of which might get finished today and then two more hopefully drafted over the next few days, in between Yuletide. If I'm very lucky I might be up to date on Yuletide by Friday! (Not finished. I'm never finished with Yuletide until usually the 26th/27th or so, thanks to defaulters and other people I want to slap with fish. But up to date.)
I might try to transplant my broccoli this weekend, too. It's all getting fairly big for three to a pot. And I should probably harvest some of the herbs that are attempting to turn into little trees. Like the cilantro. I should take a picture of that before I harvest it, there's a bunch of shoots that are all growing pretty normal and one that's just taken off and gone WAHOOO! and is going fucking nuts. Plants. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Literally!
The mists have subsided with the drizzle, so no Avalon for this place, I'll have to come up with some other name. Seriously, a house this grand needs a name, and I'm not sure what it should be. I am not naming it Wayne Manor, either. Some friends of mine called their house Doomsday Manor. Another college friend lives in Mirkwood. I don't know, help? Suggestions? Eyerolling? Anyone?
Ugh, I don't wanna go to work and be a responsible adult today. I want to stay home and curl up with a space heater and my netbook and fuck around with writing and blog shit all day. I'm still boggled at how much the blog has taken off, too. At least we're sort of kind of keeping up with it in that we've got plans to do stuff that's fun for us and, hopefully, fun for our readers too, in the future. That ought to keep us busy for a while.