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DAMN, HOLIDAY WEEKEND'S OVER.
Sep. 4th, 2007 11:41 amTime to go back to work. *sigh*
On Friday, I was off so that I could sit around my apartment and twiddle my thumbs while waiting for maintenance to show up. Amazingly enough, the guy did arrive, around two pm, and was promptly terrorized into calling for reinforcements when he heard and saw my dog. Second guy was totally cool and brought pig's ears for Yueng, who eyed him suspiciously for a few moments and then condescended to accept an ear. Now that is a smart maintenance guy, keeping dog treats in his van like that.
I now have a shiny new ceiling light fixture in the kitchen-- ugly as all hell, but hey! It works! Also a bright new garbage disposal, and they fixed the damaged wall in the laundry room, where the cove molding was pulling away from the wallboard and taking the drywall with it. Annnnnnnnnnnd, I signed a new, six-month lease, to give me time to decide if I want to stay there longer or try to find a place closer to work and everything else.
Then I packed my bag and went SWIMMING!!!!
It was the last weekend to use the complex's pool, and I figured I should go at least once. I was pleasantly surprised to find that getting there as soon as the gates opened meant that no one was there except me and the lifeguard. Oh, one or two people came in for a dip and then left, but the expected swarms of screaming children never put in an appearance. It was great!
I did my best sea monster impression and lurked in the water up to my nose, bobbing gently in the shallow end and occasionally making a brief foray into deeper waters. I guess everyone else was out doing their back-to-school shopping or something, because I pretty much had the place to myself all weekend.
It took me until yesterday to get burned, as I fell asleep in the shade and the shade moved as the sun traveled past its zenith. I forgot to arrange the umbrella so that its shade would continue to cover me, and woke up with one foot and one shoulder itching and hot.
Overnight, more color came up, the way sunburns often do, and additionally, I was molested by mosquitoes as I slept, so now I have bites that I can't scratch, because the sunburn hurts when I rub it.
It could have been worse . . . I'm uncomfortable, but not suffering the way I do when I get a really bad burn. No nausea or chills, and I can wear clothes comfortably. I brought my aloe vera gel with me to work and have been diligently reapplying as the day progresses.
You know something? Trying to ignore the itch? Doesn't really work.
Saturday, I cleaned and organized all day. I finally made a serious start on finishing up the Grand Reorganization of the Guest Room project that I started during Memorial Day weekend. Hm. Three months? Not too bad for me, a dyed-in-the-womb procrastinator. ( No, really. I was born ten days late and have been putting off things ever since. )
I cleaned the oven, the cooktop, the range hood, the microwave, all the counters and cabinet fronts, and the toaster oven. Emptied the fridge and wiped it down, alphabetized all the foodstuffs when I returned them to refrigeration. Yeah, I know . . . just a little OCD. I didn't get to vacuum or mop because then I moved on to cleaning the bathroom sinks and mirrors and stuff.
Then I decided that I was sick of looking at boxes of crap stacked in the living room, so I finally tackled that project. Now, all the stuff that I *know* I won't use is tucked away in the guest bedroom closet, and all the bins of Christmas stuff are stacked in front of the doors. I still have some more boxes in the living room that need to migrate, but I can get back to that corner and dust and pull the drapes and stuff.
Speaking of drapes, I unearthed the set that used to cover the big sliding-glass door at my old place. They're dry-clean only, so I have to get them to the cleaners. I shudder to think what it's going to cost. The sheers and the blackout liners, though, are washable, and so I set them to soak overnight in a washer full of detergent and Oxy-Clean, and they came out beautifully! Even the rust stains came out! Who'd a-thunk it?
I know I've said it before, but it bears repeating: I LOVEEEEEEEEEE my snazzy big washer and dryer!
On Saturday, I journeyed to Target ( SHUT UP! ) and managed to only spend about a hundred and fifty dollars. Shopping with a list in hand does help a lot. Mostly, it was time to stock up on basics like laundry detergent, Febreze, and stuff like that.
And yes, I did buy Yueng another new dog bed. Spoiled-rotten pooch that she is.
On Sunday, Mom came down and wanted to cook, but I wouldn't let her because I'd just cleaned the kitchen to within an inch of its life and I wanted a while longer to ogle its shininess. So we went to the Chinese buffet instead, and I naturally ate too much and thought seriously about throwing up just so that I wouldn't feel so stuffed.
I didn't do it, though . . . just laid on the couch whimpering quietly.
Yesterday, Dad wanted to go to the Indian resturant near me that he loves, so we headed up there for dinner after I spent the day swimming again.
All in all, it was a nice way to end the summer.
*sigh*
On Friday, I was off so that I could sit around my apartment and twiddle my thumbs while waiting for maintenance to show up. Amazingly enough, the guy did arrive, around two pm, and was promptly terrorized into calling for reinforcements when he heard and saw my dog. Second guy was totally cool and brought pig's ears for Yueng, who eyed him suspiciously for a few moments and then condescended to accept an ear. Now that is a smart maintenance guy, keeping dog treats in his van like that.
I now have a shiny new ceiling light fixture in the kitchen-- ugly as all hell, but hey! It works! Also a bright new garbage disposal, and they fixed the damaged wall in the laundry room, where the cove molding was pulling away from the wallboard and taking the drywall with it. Annnnnnnnnnnd, I signed a new, six-month lease, to give me time to decide if I want to stay there longer or try to find a place closer to work and everything else.
Then I packed my bag and went SWIMMING!!!!
It was the last weekend to use the complex's pool, and I figured I should go at least once. I was pleasantly surprised to find that getting there as soon as the gates opened meant that no one was there except me and the lifeguard. Oh, one or two people came in for a dip and then left, but the expected swarms of screaming children never put in an appearance. It was great!
I did my best sea monster impression and lurked in the water up to my nose, bobbing gently in the shallow end and occasionally making a brief foray into deeper waters. I guess everyone else was out doing their back-to-school shopping or something, because I pretty much had the place to myself all weekend.
It took me until yesterday to get burned, as I fell asleep in the shade and the shade moved as the sun traveled past its zenith. I forgot to arrange the umbrella so that its shade would continue to cover me, and woke up with one foot and one shoulder itching and hot.
Overnight, more color came up, the way sunburns often do, and additionally, I was molested by mosquitoes as I slept, so now I have bites that I can't scratch, because the sunburn hurts when I rub it.
It could have been worse . . . I'm uncomfortable, but not suffering the way I do when I get a really bad burn. No nausea or chills, and I can wear clothes comfortably. I brought my aloe vera gel with me to work and have been diligently reapplying as the day progresses.
You know something? Trying to ignore the itch? Doesn't really work.
Saturday, I cleaned and organized all day. I finally made a serious start on finishing up the Grand Reorganization of the Guest Room project that I started during Memorial Day weekend. Hm. Three months? Not too bad for me, a dyed-in-the-womb procrastinator. ( No, really. I was born ten days late and have been putting off things ever since. )
I cleaned the oven, the cooktop, the range hood, the microwave, all the counters and cabinet fronts, and the toaster oven. Emptied the fridge and wiped it down, alphabetized all the foodstuffs when I returned them to refrigeration. Yeah, I know . . . just a little OCD. I didn't get to vacuum or mop because then I moved on to cleaning the bathroom sinks and mirrors and stuff.
Then I decided that I was sick of looking at boxes of crap stacked in the living room, so I finally tackled that project. Now, all the stuff that I *know* I won't use is tucked away in the guest bedroom closet, and all the bins of Christmas stuff are stacked in front of the doors. I still have some more boxes in the living room that need to migrate, but I can get back to that corner and dust and pull the drapes and stuff.
Speaking of drapes, I unearthed the set that used to cover the big sliding-glass door at my old place. They're dry-clean only, so I have to get them to the cleaners. I shudder to think what it's going to cost. The sheers and the blackout liners, though, are washable, and so I set them to soak overnight in a washer full of detergent and Oxy-Clean, and they came out beautifully! Even the rust stains came out! Who'd a-thunk it?
I know I've said it before, but it bears repeating: I LOVEEEEEEEEEE my snazzy big washer and dryer!
On Saturday, I journeyed to Target ( SHUT UP! ) and managed to only spend about a hundred and fifty dollars. Shopping with a list in hand does help a lot. Mostly, it was time to stock up on basics like laundry detergent, Febreze, and stuff like that.
And yes, I did buy Yueng another new dog bed. Spoiled-rotten pooch that she is.
On Sunday, Mom came down and wanted to cook, but I wouldn't let her because I'd just cleaned the kitchen to within an inch of its life and I wanted a while longer to ogle its shininess. So we went to the Chinese buffet instead, and I naturally ate too much and thought seriously about throwing up just so that I wouldn't feel so stuffed.
I didn't do it, though . . . just laid on the couch whimpering quietly.
Yesterday, Dad wanted to go to the Indian resturant near me that he loves, so we headed up there for dinner after I spent the day swimming again.
All in all, it was a nice way to end the summer.
*sigh*
