…and Ysabel wanted under the covers. Took me a while to get to sleep considering the new room arrangement (funny thing, hotels don’t bother me)…but it works great.
The koi were too cold to eat this morning. They were down at the bottom not moving, but warmed up and wanted lunch.
We still haven’t heard from Lynn, who is trying to recover from a double dose of the flu (a regular flu shot atop swine flu)…what luck!
And Jane organized my spice cabinet. Well, we may have some interesting recipes for a while, but it looks great.
Besides, cinnamon and clove go great on beef. You just have to think Mediterranean/Middle East. I’m actually rather fond of it.
And we are being so good: my kitchen is re-messed due to the cabinet re-arrangement, but not badly; and we are otherwise keeping the place immaculate. This is honestly the first time we haven’t lived as if we were on the move in…well, since 1970-something, when I moved inside Oklahoma City and never quite got unpacked: one big box I just threw out, since I hadn’t needed anything for a year and I figured anything in there couldn’t be that necessary. But that’s no way to organize things.
Then Jane moved down with her household. Then we moved to the house next door. Then we moved to Spokane, and used as many as four storerooms at once trying to manage our stuff and our records.
Then we got the house—but we just hit the ground running, trying to make deadlines, and we never have gotten unpacked, which by now dates all the way back to the 80’s…
So now I can say my room is unpacked. Jane’s room is unpacked. And the kitchen is unpacked. The bathroom is sort of unpacked.
We have the office, the living room…and…shudder…the basement/craft area/library/and baggage, not to mention the garage yet to go. But we’re gaining on it. We have sincere hopes that by totally having a place for everything and everything in its place, we will stop shifting chaotic stacks of things about from place to place and actually have some relaxation time, where, if we want something, we’ll know exactly where it is.
That means files in order. Shudder.
I wonder when Sydney will start crawling under the covers again. She hasn’t done that since July or so, but then, it’s been rather warm here in West Central Ohio. for the most part. But that’s going to change. Tomorrow is the first day of Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. Autumn, the harbinger of Winter! While I don’t mind winter, I don’t like it to be wintry INSIDE the house, so maybe I’ll get that new furnace before the snows fall.
haha
when I think I have organised everything is when I can’t find things next time I look!
54 here this morning at dawn, and 46 min forecast the rest of the week. cool in my bedroom/shed (I sleep in the garden as much as I can) but I would think it would have been high 50’s.
I’ll have to start cutting wood again this week, I think.
A couple of years ago, I found a giant doilly (cape thing) I had worked on around 1980, out in the garage. I moved in 1992, and had misplaced the thing well before we moved. At some point I knew where the cape thing was, but couldn’t find the magazine with the pattern. I remember I hit a snag and couldn’t figure out the pattern, which is why I stopped. It will never be finished because my tension has changed so much. I’ve tried to sell it as a vintage item. The last couple of rows can be taken out, or left on as a small ruffle.
It’s not that cold here in Louisville yet, but Houdini (7 lbs. kitten) was half covered during the night and cuddled against my back. Since I have no major, seasonal allergies, I have the windows open.
It’s been in the high 50s at night here in the KC area. This time of year it’s good to have a pair of 70 pound heater dogs! The colder it is, the tighter they are curled. Only time I’ve heard seen one of them cold is backpacking and he wasn’t lying on the pad, just on the tent floor.
Thankfully you have a lot of storage space in the basement. Our space was cut dramatically when EriGuy decided to install a hot tub. Holiday stuff, hobby stuff, all kinds of stuff packed into a 10 by 8 space. His music room and the garage are disaster areas. I need to do some serious organizing.
Our basement equals the size of the house. and has 3 rooms. We love it!
My wife is rediculous in a good way when to comes to unpacking. We were together for the last 7 years of my active duty service and had to move 6 times in an 8 year span and she always had us completely unpacked and organized within 24 hours of arrival at our new domicile. I keep telling her she should start an organizing business, she is awesome at it. We generally don’t keep boxes of stuff around becuase she throws out or gives away anything that we haven’t used in a year. It took me a long time to get over that, I like to keep stuff(hoard), you never know when you might need a piece of wood of particular size to McGiever something. =) I just have to find a way to keep it out of her path.
My basement also has 3 rooms but I certainly would NOT keep anything there that was valuable. I’d like to set u a model railroad layout, but with the foundation leaking, the windows leaking, and the number of small critters that get into the basement, there’s absolutely no way. A mud floor, even though it’s concrete under the mud, and I don’t think I want to even try. I’m glad it’s not “my” house.
THere is a waterproofing paint you can get that goes on with a brush, looks like concrete. Re the floor, I think you’re SOL, but the paint could handle the rest.
Good thing it’s not “your” house. 😉
I’m sure I’m SOL….I guess I might have made a mistake moving here, but the rent is cheap, and I’m not having to put up with the jerk from whom I used to rent. I had to be careful where I put things, I needed permission to put something in the yard because “the lawnmower guy won’t like that there”, as if the lawnmower guy was paying my rent. There were other reasons I left that house, but I can’t say I miss living there. It was warm though, and I didn’t have to worry about a leaking basement, since I lived on a slab.
I once rented from the landlord from hell. He was an old guy, wanted to get out of the house, so he’d come over to ‘my’ house and start pottering about the outside at 7 am on a Saturday. He was always underfoot.
One day I waked up to find I couldn’t see. Or my vision had gone hazy white. It was steam.
I called the landlord, who got over there, and opened up the panel in the hall that was the bathtub on the other side, and it was the worst plumbing horror you can imagine. Every inch or so, the pipes were banded with a hose-clamp holding a patch. Yep, on went a new hose-clamp, stopping the steam leak. Never mind the hot water tank had drained, was filled with steam, and was about that close to rocketing through the roof on its way to orbit.
Later on, the guy decided he wanted to sell this place. He offered it to me, first.
Nayyyyy.
None of my three likes to get under the covers. Rana-cat curls up between my legs, while Pyret snugs in behind the knees. As I once put it, you can tell you are really owned by cats when rolling over in bed involves carefully inching your way to the top of the bed, switching sides, and then carefully sliding back down under the covers, in order to disturb the cats as little as possible! Trink doesn’t get on the furniture at all, so she has her nice furry side of the bed up so that she can stay snuggled up and warm at night. The temp is getting down into the 50s now… feels nice to me, but I worry about the dog, since she won’t get under covers either.
CJ, my landlord would complain about everything I did, and when I decided I’d had enough, I gave him the 30 days notice as required in the lease, dated December 12. He said it had to be the first of the month, and I said it isn’t specified in the lease (that he liked to quote to me), so when I moved, he charged me for cleaning the carpets, the tile on the kitchen floor (which was already damaged by water leaks from the dishwasher), and the painting of the interior walls (which was NOT in the lease). He also told me he had pictures of my living room and I asked him how he got those pictures and when was he in MY house without my knowledge and was he aware that was a violation of state law, as well as trespassing. The violation of the law would have immediately voided my lease with him since he did not keep to his part. So, my security deposit was never returned, and I just decided to get away with as few losses as I could.
I had landlady who we called “Crazy Ruthie.” She had her nephew manage the property. One day out of the blue she fired him, and gave us an eviction notice, then recinded it all the next day. The nephew refused to work for her after that and we moved out on our own. We heard that the next door neighbor at our new place and her 12 year-old pyromaniac son were going to move into Ruthie’s place.
We knew the boy was a pyro because he set our bushes on fire (which is why his mom was getting kicked out of that house). His sister told us about a house on the other side of town they’d lived in, the one he’d burned to the ground.
We didn’t warn Ruthie at all what kind of people were replacing us.