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Sep. 14th, 2011 04:59 pmThis has been an interesting couple of weeks, in that it's amazing how much cleaner the place gets when the maid is on vacation. I've gotten rid of at least four piles of stuff that were just sitting there being scenery, and dead laptop #1 leaves tomorrow. Dead laptop #2 will be leaving (to the same place) when the reimbursement for dead laptop #1 arrives.
All my books are reshelved, and the kitchen floor isn't covered with bags of recycling, and the ancient futon mattress has been replaced. My old stereo and two bags of VHS tapes have new owners. There has been a cleaning fit of not quite epic proportions, and now I can put things on the kitchen table again.
I did fall prey to a sales pitch from a nine-year-old at a neighbor's yard sale last weekend and came home with an ugly $6 floor lamp. However, it provides light where I wanted light, so I don't care so much about it being ugly. (And every time I look at it, I think "Where'd you get the ugly floor lamp, Pogo?", which is a very old family joke.)
The only thing wrong with this vacation was one afternoon when one of the fire trucks decided to hit the horn all the way up the street, despite there being no traffic anywhere. So the truck started going HRNK HRNK HRNK HRNK HRNK besides running its siren, and Snip, who was asleep in my lap, woke up and stabbed me in the leg (through my jeans) on the way to Elsewhere, Instantly. I can't blame her for that, and I suppose there's no use blaming the fire truck, but being stabbed in the leg hurts.
The absolutely best thing about this vacation is that I got out of the rut I was stuck in. That's basically what vacations are for, as far as I'm concerned.
All my books are reshelved, and the kitchen floor isn't covered with bags of recycling, and the ancient futon mattress has been replaced. My old stereo and two bags of VHS tapes have new owners. There has been a cleaning fit of not quite epic proportions, and now I can put things on the kitchen table again.
I did fall prey to a sales pitch from a nine-year-old at a neighbor's yard sale last weekend and came home with an ugly $6 floor lamp. However, it provides light where I wanted light, so I don't care so much about it being ugly. (And every time I look at it, I think "Where'd you get the ugly floor lamp, Pogo?", which is a very old family joke.)
The only thing wrong with this vacation was one afternoon when one of the fire trucks decided to hit the horn all the way up the street, despite there being no traffic anywhere. So the truck started going HRNK HRNK HRNK HRNK HRNK besides running its siren, and Snip, who was asleep in my lap, woke up and stabbed me in the leg (through my jeans) on the way to Elsewhere, Instantly. I can't blame her for that, and I suppose there's no use blaming the fire truck, but being stabbed in the leg hurts.
The absolutely best thing about this vacation is that I got out of the rut I was stuck in. That's basically what vacations are for, as far as I'm concerned.
