That's a funny-looking horse
Jul. 12th, 2008 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbg...but the view is nice. Yes, I am officially back on the horse and have had a very busy and productive day. As long as I get a good sleep tonight I should be fine for the Swancon committee meeting tomorrow. It's a bit of a hike, but the company is most pleasant and knowledgable. Good source of hugs too.
Cleaned the second kitchen window and the sliding door, both affected by the building and rennovation work inside and out. Various tradesmen's efforts to cut and/or mix tiles, plaster, timber and concrete right next to the glass had a deleterious effect on its transparency. Sadly, windows rank pretty low on the keep-the-rats-at-bay level of housekeeping I've been capable of the last few years, but I really wanted to give them a thorough polish so when people admire the shiny new blinds etc they're not distracted by the milky prospect beyond.
Quite a lot of elbow grease required, for I only allowed myself vinegar as a cleaning agent.
Also:
* a load of washing done (tried fairly) and hung.
* replaced my car rego sticker
* purged the crap in the back of my car.
* cooked a beige lunch
* swept the floor
* brushed and swept various bits of the outside of the house
* generally pottered and tidied
* drove to Osborne Park
* did not go to IKEA
* looked at a bunch of furniture and interior design places
* developed an increasingly intense dislike of really bad south east asian furniture
* went to Bunnings and emerged victorious with three sample pots of paint
* bought beige food
* passed on the final trip to a book shop.
By the time I got to Bunnings I was definitely fading a bit, and had to wrestle the odd urge to shout at the toddlers banging at my legs and anything else within reach in the paint department. Sadly this included hundreds of tins of paint, which make satisfying bonging noises. The plastic trays do a bang-up job of clattering, too. I'm not sure I quite pulled off my infinitely patient 'Kids, eh?' smile to the mother, attempted in defiance of my fatigued and hostile leanings.
No, reading that last bit back I suspect my acting skills were not sufficient to the task of imitating polite forebearance. I'm also a little shaken by the appearance of one of the colours selected--previously with some confidence--for the bedroom. In the pot it looks frighteningly similar to a certain type of obscene bodily discharge. Eeeewww.
Still, paint, funny stuff. Halfway through a sponging project in casa-minus-one it did look like we'd blown up a pig in the loungeroom. Very Mythbusters.
Cleaned the second kitchen window and the sliding door, both affected by the building and rennovation work inside and out. Various tradesmen's efforts to cut and/or mix tiles, plaster, timber and concrete right next to the glass had a deleterious effect on its transparency. Sadly, windows rank pretty low on the keep-the-rats-at-bay level of housekeeping I've been capable of the last few years, but I really wanted to give them a thorough polish so when people admire the shiny new blinds etc they're not distracted by the milky prospect beyond.
Quite a lot of elbow grease required, for I only allowed myself vinegar as a cleaning agent.
Also:
* a load of washing done (tried fairly) and hung.
* replaced my car rego sticker
* purged the crap in the back of my car.
* cooked a beige lunch
* swept the floor
* brushed and swept various bits of the outside of the house
* generally pottered and tidied
* drove to Osborne Park
* did not go to IKEA
* looked at a bunch of furniture and interior design places
* developed an increasingly intense dislike of really bad south east asian furniture
* went to Bunnings and emerged victorious with three sample pots of paint
* bought beige food
* passed on the final trip to a book shop.
By the time I got to Bunnings I was definitely fading a bit, and had to wrestle the odd urge to shout at the toddlers banging at my legs and anything else within reach in the paint department. Sadly this included hundreds of tins of paint, which make satisfying bonging noises. The plastic trays do a bang-up job of clattering, too. I'm not sure I quite pulled off my infinitely patient 'Kids, eh?' smile to the mother, attempted in defiance of my fatigued and hostile leanings.
No, reading that last bit back I suspect my acting skills were not sufficient to the task of imitating polite forebearance. I'm also a little shaken by the appearance of one of the colours selected--previously with some confidence--for the bedroom. In the pot it looks frighteningly similar to a certain type of obscene bodily discharge. Eeeewww.
Still, paint, funny stuff. Halfway through a sponging project in casa-minus-one it did look like we'd blown up a pig in the loungeroom. Very Mythbusters.
