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kittydesadeVerbinden Sie die Sätze mit einer passenden Konjunction aus der Liste: aber, da, dass, denn, ob, oder, und, weil, wenn
1. Diane Miller studiert in der Schweiz. Sie möchte mehr Deutsch lernen. --> Diane Miller studiert in der Schweiz, denn sie möchte mehr Deutsch lernen.
2. Sie geht mit ihrer Freundin Nicole. Ihre Freundin geht einkaufen. Sie geht mit ihrer Freundin Nicole, wenn sie einkaufen gehen.
3. Diane ist erstaunt. Nicole geht jede Woche dreimal einkaufen. Diane ist erstaunt, weil Nicole jede Woche dreimal einkaufen gehen.
4. Nicole kauft fast alles im Supermarkt. Die Sachen sind da oft billiger. Nicole kauft fast alles im Supermarkt, da oft die Sachen sind billiger. (That really doesn't look right...)
5. Sie kauft Tabletten in der Apotheke. Sie kauft einen Kamm in der Drogerie. Sie kauft Tabletten in der Apotheke, und einem Kamm in der Drogerie.
6. Beim Bäcker kauft sie frischen Kuchen. Sie kauft kein Brot. Beim Bäcker kauft sie frischen Kuchen, aber kein Brot (kaufen).
7. Diane ist erstaunt. Nicole geht in so viele Geschäfte. Diane ist erstaunt. Nicole
I think that's by way of showing me I need to review the rules of Deutsche Konjuntionen.
OKAY. I'm fairly sure I've emailed back and forth with the bank lady about eight times now. Confirming things, correcting things, getting information, sending information. She's nice, but that does nothing to mitigate my readiness for this to be over. Fifteen days and counting!
I managed to actually blurt out a check-in post, and hopefully those problems can be chewed over till solutions present themselves. I have about the brainpower of a stunned cow at the moment, and my eyes are doing the poached egg thing, but I think there will be a nap in my future and then all I have to do tonight is writing and organizing my Japanese review. And I think I'm done mostly with things to turn in for house stuff, at least for the next few days. Until the next week.
I want something sweet. I want an ice cream sandwich. Or an ice cream froggie pop. Some of you might know what I mean, the solid ice cream onnastick sculpted and dyed to look like a cartoon frog? Something like that. I think what I really want is to be twelve again, or seven, before I had to hold all these things in my head and be responsible and do things on time. When the limit of my responsibilities was eating my peas and broccoli and doing my (very easy) homework and not running around the house like a mad thing breaking shit. Which was easy, because I preferred curling up and reading.
No, I'm having fun as an adult. I get to study all the languages ever, I get to hang out and work with my family, which in my case is a good thing. I get to play with craft materials and solve minor puzzles, and I get to write and study languages and I have somehow managed to pull off the house buying coup of the century and get what might very well be my dream house I never knew I could get.
Okay, finally, some details on this dream house. Since it's almost a done thing. It was built in 1856, 1857, and there's supposedly articles and things in the library that I need to go look at. No provenance per se, but historical documents. It's huge. Between 2400 and 2700 square feet, most of the interior is probably original to the 20s, and the exterior brick is, well, original to the mid 19th century, natch. At some point someone took off the original roof and replaced it with a roof that includes an attic you can apparently game in, so says the boy. They neglected to put a drop down ladder, though. Which I guess is the requisite "what were they THINKING?" thing. There is a crack in the pipes somewhere that will necessitate a plumber in, but it's plumbed and wired pretty well for a house that was built both before indoor plumbing and electricity. There is a foyer and maybe two of you ever who have seen Feast of Love will understand why having a foyer makes me giggle. The foyer opens to the left into a room that was probably a bedroom at some point, and probably for a disabled person, because it's got a ground floor shower, toilet, and sink. My guess is someone couldn't manage the stairs. On the right it leads into the living room of ginormous, 34x15 feet or so. With a fireplace. And a mirror above the fireplace. The living room curves around to end connecting to the front hall, and when you go down the hall from the front door to your left and past the front bedroom is the kitchen. It is a fucking huge kitchen. You can put a dining table and four chairs in the kitchen. I know this because previously, someone did. It has two sinks, shelving all over the place, a fuckton of cabinets, and its own door out the side of the house and down a shallow set of steps. Best guess, there used to be a porch out there, you can still kind of see where they cut into the brick. The ceilings are tall. My 6' boyfriend can walk under the foyer chandelier without it hitting his head. In the living room are ALL THE BUILT IN BOOKSHELVES EVER. One set in a L shape along one corner wall, another corner set of shelves in the other corner, and then a hugeass set of bookshelves to the right of the kitchen doorway.
Upstairs! The living room is right underneath the master bedroom. Which means my master bedroom is 34x15 too. Then there's the bathroom, two guest rooms on the opposite side of the house, both with built in shelving and two closets. Basically it goes closet, shelving-ledge-weird little cubbyholes under the shelving, closet. The guest rooms are painted lavender and magenta, that needs to change. And there is a balcony. On which I can stand and wave in a dignified antebellum Southern lady manner to the coaches as they pass.
(Oh who am I kidding, I am neither dignified nor a lady.)
And then there's the attic and then there's a patio off the back, an enclosed glass patio surrounded by deck. And there's a shed, and a garage attached to the house by a utility corridor that must have been a root cellar or something because it's original brick made taller by added woodwork. And there's a small storage loft above the utility room and one up in the garage so we have all the storage space ever, and it's on nearly half an acre so we have room for all the garden ever. And it's white with black decorative shutters and PILLARS. You guys I have PILLARS IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. I HAVE A HOUSE WITH PILLARS. Yes, I'm easily amused, shut up.
It holds a temperature like you wouldn't believe, we have space to expand, the floors are hardwood and spring and you guys I can dance on my floors. Guys, you guys, I can dig out my ballet slippers and dance on my floors. This is a big thing for me. I could hold masques. Labyrinth themed masques because this is a house built back when they DID SHIT LIKE THAT. We had inspectors and contractors in briefly to look, none of the problems that exist now are things we can't afford to fix, and we'll have a month and a bit to fix them before we even move in. For which I am very grateful. And it's sturdy. And apart from one leak which we now found the source of and which should be easy to patch, it's solid. Waterproof. WELL insulated. It is a fucking amazing house guys you guys I can't believe we are pulling this off.
And now I stop babbling at you and go back to doing actual work type things for five minutes before I go home. Oops. But it needs a name. A house this awesome really needs an awesome name.
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Date: 2012-04-06 11:30 am (UTC)(Marilyn Hotchkiss's Ballroom Dancing and Charm School. Good Carlyle movie. And it's now what I think of every time I use the word magenta.)
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Date: 2012-04-06 11:31 am (UTC)