House update
Nov. 28th, 2010 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessSleeeeeepppppppppy today. So you get a sleepy update.
Slowly, slowly the house comes together, bit by bit. Most of the trim is in; most of the main bathroom is together, except for the small issue of the sink. The previous sink actually worked just fine, but it was far too large for such a tiny, tiny bathroom, so it's been halfway replaced with an Ikea model, and by halfway, I mean, the previous sink is in the backyard and the Ikea sink is standing in the middle of the bathroom, if not precisely hooked up to anything. This is, for the cats, a preferred sink position, since it means they can sneak around behind it and sit in the cabinet without being blocked by one of those pesky things humans call doors.
Also, I now know where all of my underwear is. I know, I know. You can just feel the excitement, can't you?
And equally slowly I am opening boxes that have been in storage for more than two years, finding half forgotten things, greatly missed things, and what exactly was I thinking when I bothered to pack that up things. (Goodwill and I are going to be on very close terms for awhile, I can tell.) It's a slow process, mostly because many of the things are going to places not quite ready for them yet -- primarily the not yet transformed garage/storage unit. But we are also waiting for three more bits of furniture, and a few other small things.
As a slight counter to all of these good things, we appear to be the number one destination in Orange County for ice cream trucks. I'm not exactly against ice cream trucks (and I am decidedly in favor of ice cream, because, well, let's face it, it's a food group) aside from, you know, that horrific music they insist on playing, but I am not at all certain why, even in sunny Florida, we need to have three or four visits from ice cream trucks PER DAY, on this street and the street behind us. It's almost enough to make me turn against ice cream.
But not quite. I do have gelato in the freezer, after all, and it does appear to be calling my name right at the moment. I have to go answer. You wouldn't want me to upset the gelato, now, would you?
Slowly, slowly the house comes together, bit by bit. Most of the trim is in; most of the main bathroom is together, except for the small issue of the sink. The previous sink actually worked just fine, but it was far too large for such a tiny, tiny bathroom, so it's been halfway replaced with an Ikea model, and by halfway, I mean, the previous sink is in the backyard and the Ikea sink is standing in the middle of the bathroom, if not precisely hooked up to anything. This is, for the cats, a preferred sink position, since it means they can sneak around behind it and sit in the cabinet without being blocked by one of those pesky things humans call doors.
Also, I now know where all of my underwear is. I know, I know. You can just feel the excitement, can't you?
And equally slowly I am opening boxes that have been in storage for more than two years, finding half forgotten things, greatly missed things, and what exactly was I thinking when I bothered to pack that up things. (Goodwill and I are going to be on very close terms for awhile, I can tell.) It's a slow process, mostly because many of the things are going to places not quite ready for them yet -- primarily the not yet transformed garage/storage unit. But we are also waiting for three more bits of furniture, and a few other small things.
As a slight counter to all of these good things, we appear to be the number one destination in Orange County for ice cream trucks. I'm not exactly against ice cream trucks (and I am decidedly in favor of ice cream, because, well, let's face it, it's a food group) aside from, you know, that horrific music they insist on playing, but I am not at all certain why, even in sunny Florida, we need to have three or four visits from ice cream trucks PER DAY, on this street and the street behind us. It's almost enough to make me turn against ice cream.
But not quite. I do have gelato in the freezer, after all, and it does appear to be calling my name right at the moment. I have to go answer. You wouldn't want me to upset the gelato, now, would you?