Stuff and nonsense
I'm back at home- have been for a bit but have mostly been languishing in the whole oh my god finally alone thing (once they finally left after they decided to visit, bringing everyone with them). Theoretically I'm here for the summer (I have jury duty back there in September, having switched my voter reg. there and already having ducked it here with that excuse a couple of months ago), and that'll probably end up at least somewhat practically as well, since I'm babysitting my mother's cats for the summer. Poor Polly really REALLY doesn't travel (she freaks out and gets hideously carsick), and the others don't travel particularly well (and god knows _I_ don't want to drive them, as then I'd be the one with the stinky car). Currently I've also got the (indoor) dog, as they've gone to Arizona to see the grandparents (who were moved to a new place, following my grandfather's health deteriorating, and then grandmother's following suit, and then forgetting and refusing to take their meds- however this place seems like a MUCH better fit for them, as well as more care, generally the environment is more suitable from what I've heard). My grandfather's son and his wife dicked off for the 4th of July after moving them in, AGAIN. Dad's brother was visiting for a few days while he was there, so my grandmother got to have both of her sons for a bit. The dog's got a fabulous new trick of whinging and getting me up every 2 hours, of which I cannot say I'm a fan. Lisette uses him as her moat dragon and hangs out in the room beyond him in the day while the rest of them are out, though at the moment she's curled up on the cat condo next to me.
I came back first, and the day they came back....I got that stomach flu that's been going around. Can't say I was a fan of the constantly feeling like puking, after, what, 2 weeks?, I think the damn thing's finally going away.
I've mostly been enjoying being alone for a change. While I have some issue with some of the hubris and the "being oppressed" (oh, fuck me, you don't know what being oppressed is if you think that) of this article, it pretty much gets the point across better than I would attempting to explain it. I'm a pretty severe introvert, and even moreso given the past few years. Just gloss over some of the really annoying bias of how awesome introverts are, please. Though as far as "I'm not wired like a 'normal person'" goes, this one is pretty tame anyway. But it is why I kinda don't understand the point of social networking things for the most part.
Before I left, I took a couple of pictures for you though! I really should have some before pictures, the place looks so vastly different, but I don't, so. This is the house that ate my life:
(This is just the main house, the other building is off frame to the left, but I was already standing against the wall of the house across the street. That one's mostly done anyway.)
And this is the door that ate the three (or maybe it was four?) weeks before I left, with the stripping and filling and priming and painting a ridiculous number of coats because that blue did NOT want to take:
Though the handle latch's not completely attached inside still, because it didn't rehang quite where it was before (one of the reasons it needed so much love is because it was standing in water for a while during at least one floor, before the streets were lowered, and it sags a fair bit). Interior's still a mess, painting is still not finished (the kitchen hasn't even been started). The two drop ceilings where it was basically open to the roof are almost finished (no more grasshoppers falling from the sky into my hair!), and most of the interior doors are finally painted and rehung (after the paint was soaked off the old hinges- which are AWESOME heavy metal things, and pretty gorgeous after the paint was removed. I have my first crock pot, and I'm using it to get paint off of hinges), though I've still got to get the hardware attached to them- the knobs are a pain in the ass because, as usual, they aren't standard, but are weird fancyass antique replicas to match the time period of the house. The list of things that need to be done is getting shorter at least, though I'm still not sure it'll ever end.
I'll try to be around here more again. But we'll see.
I came back first, and the day they came back....I got that stomach flu that's been going around. Can't say I was a fan of the constantly feeling like puking, after, what, 2 weeks?, I think the damn thing's finally going away.
I've mostly been enjoying being alone for a change. While I have some issue with some of the hubris and the "being oppressed" (oh, fuck me, you don't know what being oppressed is if you think that) of this article, it pretty much gets the point across better than I would attempting to explain it. I'm a pretty severe introvert, and even moreso given the past few years. Just gloss over some of the really annoying bias of how awesome introverts are, please. Though as far as "I'm not wired like a 'normal person'" goes, this one is pretty tame anyway. But it is why I kinda don't understand the point of social networking things for the most part.
Before I left, I took a couple of pictures for you though! I really should have some before pictures, the place looks so vastly different, but I don't, so. This is the house that ate my life:
(This is just the main house, the other building is off frame to the left, but I was already standing against the wall of the house across the street. That one's mostly done anyway.)
And this is the door that ate the three (or maybe it was four?) weeks before I left, with the stripping and filling and priming and painting a ridiculous number of coats because that blue did NOT want to take:
Though the handle latch's not completely attached inside still, because it didn't rehang quite where it was before (one of the reasons it needed so much love is because it was standing in water for a while during at least one floor, before the streets were lowered, and it sags a fair bit). Interior's still a mess, painting is still not finished (the kitchen hasn't even been started). The two drop ceilings where it was basically open to the roof are almost finished (no more grasshoppers falling from the sky into my hair!), and most of the interior doors are finally painted and rehung (after the paint was soaked off the old hinges- which are AWESOME heavy metal things, and pretty gorgeous after the paint was removed. I have my first crock pot, and I'm using it to get paint off of hinges), though I've still got to get the hardware attached to them- the knobs are a pain in the ass because, as usual, they aren't standard, but are weird fancyass antique replicas to match the time period of the house. The list of things that need to be done is getting shorter at least, though I'm still not sure it'll ever end.
I'll try to be around here more again. But we'll see.