Dec. 7th, 2004

evile: (clutter)

    Dec. 7, 2004

     

     

    1) Mom & stepdad here the 27th. In austin thru 31st. No idea if they
    plan to stay at our house the whole time. Must get house presentable.
    Sweetie may or may not be going to FL to visit family, AMD shut down 1
    week around Xmastime.

    Got up this a.m.--a bicycle in the entryway, and one in the living
    room. Both Sweetie's? Plus he ordered a unicycle. Now, since the garage
    and his work room and the bedroom are already full of shit, where are
    all of these going to go? The living room? He did this with computers
    the first few years--first saturday, hauling back tons of garbage
    which he has never used as far as I know. Then with the cars--the
    checker, the ghia, the blue trooper he won't sell and doesn't drive,
    the vanagon, and his trooper/daily driver. He says the blue trooper
    is unreliable, so that's why he keeps the blue one, which btw, he
    promised to sell after the blue vanagan came home...over a year ago
    now.

    And now he's collecting bicycles. hu fucking zah.

    I want new furniture, which I feel it would be unfair to choose
    without his OK (but then again, did I choose any of the computer or
    car or bicycle stuff all over this house? no?)

    I want new flooring, which I also feel It would be unfair to pick out
    without his input & cannot have installed without his help in moving
    shit OUT of the rooms to be floored (or can I?)

    I want the hedges trimmed & backyard masonry fixed, which I could do
    without him, BUT...goddamnit, should I HAVE to make arrangements and
    pay for it all myself, when he owns this fucking house too?

    And of course I can't bring any of this up without him getting pissy,
    telling me I'mmanipulating him, blal bla blalblalallalallal! This
    rant was inspired by:

    -------------------------
    Onyxlynxx (onyxlynxx) wrote,
    @ 2004-12-06 18:30:00

    Current mood: okay
    Current music: All That We Let In by The Indigo Girls

    I woke up this morning feeling pretty overwhelmed. I had been having
    a dream where my fence was falling down. I took the day off from work
    to deal with it and then promptly forgot that was why I had stayed
    home. At some point my roommate, who happened to be nikiyoy,
    suggested that I should call Scott so that he could come home and fix
    the fence.

    It is pretty bad when my subconscious resorts to something that
    obvious. I didn't need a book of dream interpretation to tell me what
    was going on. I have always wanted to own a house but it has turned
    out to be a lot more trouble than I ever could have imagined. I also
    never thought that I would have to be handling everything by myself.
    There is so much to fix that I don't even know where to start. The
    shed outside needs to be painted before it rots to the ground. I need
    to winterize the pond and cover the dog trails with gravel. A couple
    of weeks ago, the tile in my bar cracked. I need to fix that. At some
    point, the door bell quit working. I figured out how to turn the
    furnace on and I didn't die. Then I kept thinking that I was smelling
    gas so I turned it back off until I could have someone come look at
    it. Yes, I understand that I was probably just being paranoid but I
    wanted to be sure. Then as I was doing dishes this morning I heard
    the distinctive plunk, plunk under the sink that meant that I had a
    leak. Usually, I am listening to music so the house had never been
    quiet enough to hear it. A leak is something that can cause serious
    damage so it went to the top of the repair list after the furnace.

    I grabbed my stuff and hurried out the door to work because I was
    already late. When I got to work, I realized that I had left my
    wallet at home. That meant that I had been driving with an expired
    inspection sticker, no driver's license and a burned out reverse
    light. GreatÂ…just great. The only way I would have been a bigger cop
    magnet is if there had been donuts taped to my car.

    I took the first couple of calls and I could tell it was not going to
    be a good day. I was anxious enough about all the other crap in my
    life that I was having a hard time focusing. The finally straw was
    some jerk from a school calling to say that they had made the report
    on the wrong child. A little boy had been hit on his face and had a
    bruise. Say this child's name was John Doe. They had called in the
    report on John Smith and his mother. They didn't even realize what
    had happened until John Smith's mother called the school. They didn't
    even seem to care that it meant that John Doe had been being smacked
    around for an extra week. What an idiot. It was time to take my break
    so I thought I would make a list and start trying to get control back
    of my life. I decided to start with the potentially most dangerous
    first. I called Strand Brothers and they said that they could send
    someone out between 4:00 PM and 7:00 PM.

    At this time it was 11:00, in between my morning calls and everything
    else, I decided that I had enough work for the day. I went to see a
    supervisor so that I could leave. Even though I was too distracted to
    work, I didn't really want to spend lots of time in a house with a
    possible gas leak so I decided to run some errands. I took my glasses
    back to get softer nose rests. Then I took my car and dropped it off
    to get it inspected. I figured that it would fail because of the
    break light but that then I would have the receipt showing that I
    tried to get it inspected. That keeps you from getting a ticket for
    like a week while you try to get it fixed. I walked down Guadalupe in
    the rain. It suited my mood. I tried to imagine all the anxiety
    washing off of me and down the storm drains with all the other toxic
    stuff. I walked from the Groovy Lube at about 30th down to Toy Joy
    and back. By the time I got back, I was feeling some better. I was at
    least feeling less freaked out and anxious about all the stuff I
    needed to do. Then I got the bill for the car. I don't know what
    happened but it actually passed inspection. I can't tell if they
    fixed the brake light or just didn't notice that it was out or what
    but it was a nice surprise.

    I went home. I didn't smell any gas with the line turned off. That
    seemed to be a good sign. I thought I would catch up on all the
    cleaning that I had been avoiding while I was waiting for the repair
    man. I even called Mom so that she could come hang out while I
    cleaned. She has been feeling a little ignored and this was a good
    way for me to spend time with her and still get some things done that
    I needed to accomplish like dishes, laundry and dusting. We talked
    for a couple of hours and I got my house almost clean again.

    The repair man finally showed up. I explained to him what was going
    on. I kind of expected him to laugh at me. See the silly hysterical
    female. I left him alone so he could examine the unit. It took him
    about fifteen minutes and then he came to find me. There was not a
    leak. The gas flex line was loose. It could have indeed leaked enough
    gas to have ignited if I hadn't turned it off at the valve. It is all
    fixed now. I am really glad that I listened to my intuition and
    turned it off. I am even gladder that I listened to Meg's concern and
    called someone today instead of waiting.

    I feel a lot more grounded. Cleaning my house does that for me. I am
    sure that part of it is holding all of my rocks. Another part is
    restoring the sense of order to my space. I am trying to learn to be
    less OCD about how I keep my house but I am truly much happier when
    everything is straight. I guess I am still trying that perfect
    balance between the house being neat enough for me and maintaining it
    not being so time consuming that I resent it.

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    beli1738
    2004-12-06 18:17 (link)
    I'm sorry that you had such a stressful day and glad that it seemed
    to get better as it continued on. Thank goodness you did get the gas
    looked at so quickly. It may have made you feel a little silly about
    having to call initially, but sometimes it's better to leave things
    to an expert especially when it's something with such potential for
    danger.

    I know having a house can be a major stress and burden, and it's got
    to be hard handling all that on your own. It's hard too when there
    are several things that need doing, and it all seems overwhelming --
    especially when you consider the stressfulness of your job. You did a
    great job of handling it one at a time though and managing it into
    better proportions. *HUG*

    In other news, if you're still interested, we do have an extra full
    size mattress and box springs available. My mom badgered my aunt
    about it, and she decided she didn't want them after all, so you have
    dibs on them. I talked my mom into agreeing that my aunt is not
    allowed to change her mind.


    onyxlynxx
    2004-12-06 20:18
    I am definitely still interested in the bed. That will keep me from
    putting one more thing on my credit card. I would really like to have
    a functional guest room so I probably would have bought a mattress.

    :(
    bramblekite
    2004-12-07 08:35 (link)
    I guess there was no dinner/tennis with the gals last night, then? In
    a way, I'm sorry but then selfishly since I wasn't there anyway, I'm
    kinda glad I didn't miss anything good.

    *hugs* I am glad your house didn't blow up. You're right, home
    ownership is very stressful sometimes, there is always stuff that
    needs done. On the plus side for you, at least everything in the
    house is yours. So cleaning becomes easier, since you're not cleaning
    around another person's stuff/clutter/projects-in-progress/collection
    du jour (it was computer stuff the first years, then it was cars, now
    it's bicycles).

    I'm starting to feel like if I'm doing everything and paying for most
    of it, I wish I didn't have the other person and their crap in my way
    so I could do more...

2691ICQ w/A

Dec. 7th, 2004 03:04 pm
evile: (clutter)

  • Dec. 7, 2004

     

    evile: hey :) Thanks for the offer. Do you think I should try &walk
    up to brack first, see if their ER is too busy or icky, then come
    pester you?
    SkyeDS: which place are you most comfortable with?
    evile: I've never been to either one, myself, but Bob has been to St.
    Davids, and I had a friend go to Brack & they fucked up her
    knee...BUT, this is a pretty basic ear infection, I think nobody can
    misdiagnose or mess it up...
    SkyeDS: never been to Brack, no experience there. Been in St.
    David's once, for three days, would rather have died at home.
    SkyeDS: However, for an ear infection where you're not staying
    overnight...
    SkyeDS: and I would *hope* that my experience at SD was the rare
    exception, not the rule.
    evile: I had my ovary out at St. DAvids, and it was fine. But I think
    I'll try walking to Brackenridge first, anf it's too crowded, or
    full of hobos, I'll run ove to you :)
    SkyeDS: whatever suits you, so long as you get well :)
    evile: thanks :) I'm slow over here, phone duty. No wackos so far.
    evile: A woman calling on behalf of her husband/boyfriend/brother
    told me she WAS the gentleman in question, but that she is 'bisexual'
    and 'going through changes' LOL!
    SkyeDS: rofl!!!
    evile: we really aren't supposed to give info to anyone but the
    CLaimants themselves, but s/he wanted us to fax documents to a TWC
    office for him/her, so I wasn't actually giving any info directly to
    the person..
    evile: and I'm assuming the tWC office at the other end will verify
    the persons ID before they give him/her the docs.
    SkyeDS: nods
    evile: she was pretty entertaining, I'll give her that.
    SkyeDS: things that make me laugh are good. but then, I'm easily
    amused.
    SkyeDS: sounds like that cocktail you made yourself was pretty
    effective.
    evile: well, in part, since I'm draining, but it's not getting me
    well
    SkyeDS: I thought maybe sineater has the same thing you do, but he says
    it isn't in his ears.
    evile: as the vet told us when the baby kitty had her puncture
    wound, once it starts draining, there's not much else to do but keep
    it clean.
    evile: Lauras multi-effect Plague.
    evile: Im still going to blame it on her sick rugrats, even though
    neither sineater nor I had th e same symptoms as the kids.
    SkyeDS: I always thought that the reason I had a lack of desire to
    have kids of my own was my irrational fear of the pain of childbirth
    SkyeDS: but, I know from experience now that they can cut on you down
    there without you feeling it, and without putting you all the way
    under. So I guess it isn't fear anymore, I don't know what it is.
    evile: *shrug* you haven't followed much of the 'woman life script'
    so why start now? :P
    SkyeDS: it's "unnatural" not to want to make babies.
    evile: only if you are following the script.
    SkyeDS: point made tho, my entire existence or almost all of it,
    is "unnatural".
    evile: it's probably 'unnatural' to have more htan one man, to have
    sex with women, to want your own career, etc etc., depending on who
    you listen to.
    evile: hell, some people believe it's unnatural for women to wear
    pants.
    SkyeDS: people are so funny. not as entertaining to watch as Arthur,
    but funny.
    evile: They're entitled to their beliefs, and welcome to live as they
    believe, but have no right to tell anyone else how to live.
    SkyeDS: last night it rained, so I gave a tack polishing lesson in
    the house.
    evile: Sounds like fun....not.
    SkyeDS: there wasn't room for everyone in the tiled kitchen floor, so
    I spread one of those thick plastic like table clothes in the den,
    covered it with paper, and we did it in the middle of the den floor
    SkyeDS: while watching Black Beauty.
    SkyeDS: as usual, had Justina not been there, it would have been
    better
    evile: Oh well.
    evile: Black Beauty was such a great story. I cried all the way thru
    SkyeDS: but bottom line, someone else polished my tack, and then paid
    me. I can handle that.
    SkyeDS: I can just imagine my mother's reaction to saddle soap and
    oil in the middle of the den carpet (even with ample protection).
    evile: hee!
    SkyeDS: not a bad way to make $30. Sit in the floor in front of the
    Christmas tree, watch a movie, while someone else polishes tack
    (which I hate)
    evile: yeah. Sort of the Tom Sawyer fence story :)
    SkyeDS: I did that on purpose to Melissandra one holiday.
    evile: I never did get your email yesterday, bTW. I think Yahoo is
    being crappy again.
    SkyeDS: I tried again this morning. I checked your addy again, and
    put it in the To, the CC, and the BCC line, just in case.
    SkyeDS: and don't rule out my isp being stupid-ass.
    evile: bizarre. I am pretty sure yahoo woudln't just delete it, but
    would put it in the 'bulk' folder if it thought you were spam..
    evile: and I've checked there, too.
    SkyeDS: I wonder, if I successfully set up filters, if I could set up
    a filter on an already existing entry.
    evile: *nod* when you go back and edit, it's in the same box
    as 'music' mood, etc.
    SkyeDS: I might try playing around with that when Hugh goes to lunch
    (so I will be uninterrupted)
    SkyeDS: wish I knew where everyone was getting that Room quizzy
    evile: There should be a link at the top or bottom, I thought...
    SkyeDS: Jinx doesn't list it at all, and I can't find your entry
    where I know there's a link
    evile: oops, I deleted it because It was stupid. Hang on...
    SkyeDS: ok, then I'm not defective. that's always good to know :)
    evile: http://www.jamesgang.com/jamesgang/room/roommind.html
    SkyeDS: grazie
    evile: There was a similar thing we did back in the bookstop days,
    only not online. Think of water, describe it with 3 adjectives, think
    of a room, desribe it with 3 adjectives, and so on and so forth, and
    each object symbolized something else & your adjectives were your
    feelings about whatever (water=sex, so if you said 'ocean' and 'wild,
    crazy, stormy' we know you're a kinky pervert)
    SkyeDS: LOL
    evile: In a way I liked that one better, because it was not
    just 'forest' but how YOU interpret 'forest'
    evile: (my water was in a glass, and had 3 really innocuous
    adjectives, which got me teased worse than Ocean wouldhave....but I
    can't remember the rest of the stuff)
    SkyeDS: sometimes I have to go through quizzes more than once and
    average my answers
    evile: *nod*
    SkyeDS: particularly when I have to choose for example between black
    and purple as favorite colors
    SkyeDS: or in the room, I like rock, jazz and classical equally.
    evile: *nod*
    evile: I guess I just chose music in context with what I was looking
    at out the window, what would 'go' best with my view or my mood on
    seeing that view.
    SkyeDS: nod
    SkyeDS: I was equally torn between two window views too - blue sky,
    and lush forest
    evile: and if one were asking me what I saw out the window, without a
    list o fchoices , I would be very literal and describe the view out
    of my work room, which was not a choice :)
    evile: and my music would be 80's music which is really more pop than
    rock...
    evile: and my clock would be the clock on the computer, which I often
    make full-screen-sized when I'm working and need to keep track of the
    time.
    SkyeDS: I like old fashioned, ornate clocks, and clocks with pretty
    stylistic Arabic numerals - I don't know what the font style is
    actually called
    evile: the trash can would be a grocery bag hung on the door. The box
    of pictures was spot-on though :)
    SkyeDS: doesn't make much sense that I'm not an oldfashioned person
    but I love oldfashioned antique or antique like stuff, and ancient
    history, the older the better
    evile: Older stuff is better quality, as far as furniture, vintage
    clothing, etc.
    evile: Ancient history is more interesting, too.
    SkyeDS: I was considering my tree, and every ornament on it is
    oldfashioned.
    SkyeDS: I still think, outside of the antebellum South, and the
    writings of Taylor Caldwell, that US history = boring.
    evile: definitely.
    SkyeDS: my new title is "evil henchman"
    evile: yay!
    evile: I'll have name tags made up
    SkyeDS: I asked H if he wanted me to start wearing a trench, a fedora
    and carrying a violin case, he said no, he was thinking more medieval.
    evile: heh.
    evile: http://www.warehouse23.com/item.cgi?OWDDSP401M
    evile: I had seen polo-style shirts with little 'evil genius'
    and 'henchman' etc. on the place where the alligator or polo guy
    usually go.
    evile: and now I can't find them of course.
    SkyeDS: aw, lol
    SkyeDS: are you sure you feel up to walking to brack?
    evile: yeah, it's only a couple of blocks.
    SkyeDS: k
    evile: I will try and call once I know what I'm going to do, but if
    you don't hear from me or see me by 4, that will mean I am OK .
    SkyeDS: k
    evile: do you have your cell phone on you, or should I just call your
    house and leave a message there?
    SkyeDS: I'll be in the office
    SkyeDS: phone in truck but I could get it, but it's long distance
    (texarkana area code)
    SkyeDS: 499-xxxx = office number
    evile: Ok. thanks. I won't abuse it.
    SkyeDS: was never in question :P
    SkyeDS: that is our second line, so when it rings, we all know it's
    either for me or it's a telemarketer
    evile: while I was putting in your work #, my cell phone was kind
    enough to let me know I'd missed a call...the thing hasn't rung ALL
    morning!!
    SkyeDS: hm
    evile: dang contraption. More hassle than it's worth.
    SkyeDS: I still haven't quite figured mine out all the way
    evile: Aunt L only uses hers to call out. She turns it on, makes her
    call, turns it off. Never checks voicemail or anything else.
    SkyeDS: I started out that way
    SkyeDS: and then Mom complains about not checking
    evile: I think everyone knows to email me if it's really key that I
    get it right away :)
    SkyeDS: if I take the phone in at night, I'm not always going to
    remember to take it back out in the am
    evile: *nod*
    SkyeDS: so I leave it in the truck, where I am likely to need it most.
    SkyeDS: and then there's "why does sineater or sonar0m answer" ... well,
    I'm driving.
    evile: heh.
    evile: Yet another 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' situation
    courtesy of good ol' mom.
    evile: speaking of, I got a Xmas card from mine yesterday. Says
    they're going to be 'in town' the "27th thru New years" and "let's
    party"
    SkyeDS: got a pretty popup card yesterday 2.
    evile: I haven't even started to get my holiday cards out yet. Some
    people are just too organized!
    SkyeDS: if I'm going to start sending cards, I will have to start
    asking for snail mailing addies.
    evile: *nod* I have all the addresses I need, I think, just a matter
    of getting adresses, cards, stamps, etc. all in one place.
    SkyeDS: time for you to go get looked at.
    evile: yup. I'll keep you posted!
    evile: *hugs* Thanks so much for being there for me :)
    SkyeDS: my pleasure
    SkyeDS: you positive you want to walk to Brack?
    evile: Yeah, that's no biggie.
    SkyeDS: ok.
    SkyeDS: call me here if Brack doesn't work out.
    SkyeDS: pront.
    SkyeDS: pronto.
    evile: I've got your # so I will call :)
    SkyeDS: mkay.

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