house rules #3
Jul. 4th, 2004 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyFor a parallax view of house rules #2, go here.
Me and Mirrorthaw today, him with the spackle and the joint compound, me with the Murphy's Oil Soap and a mop. He practiced his plaster repair in the small front bedroom. I vacuumed and mopped the floors in the living room, dining room, foyer, upstairs hall, and the suite. Also cleaned all the woodwork on the staircase.
I'm so tired I can barely stand upright.
Our neighbors across the street came over to introduce themselves, and the nice men from the realtors came and took the For Sale sign away.
And we got that horrid rusted-out weathervane thing off the upstairs porch, so we will no longer have to listen to it going squeak squeak squeak all the damn time.
Today's best conversation:
TRUEPENNY: I'm not sure what the vacuum cleaner is doing to the speaker cords. I think it's trying to copulate with them.
MIRRORTHAW: It's not allowed to do that.
TRUEPENNY: They're speakers. They mate for life.
Addendum: I also found a piece of missing woodwork ... pressed into service as a shelf on bricks over the radiator in the living room. I know where it belongs, too. The question is whether we can get it back up there, since it's clearly a spot that was the site of a fairly extensive, and functional tho' plebeian, repair. But dammit all, it does not deserve to be demoted to a mere shelf.
Am I championing my house against all comers? Why, yes. Yes, I believe I am.
Me and Mirrorthaw today, him with the spackle and the joint compound, me with the Murphy's Oil Soap and a mop. He practiced his plaster repair in the small front bedroom. I vacuumed and mopped the floors in the living room, dining room, foyer, upstairs hall, and the suite. Also cleaned all the woodwork on the staircase.
I'm so tired I can barely stand upright.
Our neighbors across the street came over to introduce themselves, and the nice men from the realtors came and took the For Sale sign away.
And we got that horrid rusted-out weathervane thing off the upstairs porch, so we will no longer have to listen to it going squeak squeak squeak all the damn time.
Today's best conversation:
TRUEPENNY: I'm not sure what the vacuum cleaner is doing to the speaker cords. I think it's trying to copulate with them.
MIRRORTHAW: It's not allowed to do that.
TRUEPENNY: They're speakers. They mate for life.
Addendum: I also found a piece of missing woodwork ... pressed into service as a shelf on bricks over the radiator in the living room. I know where it belongs, too. The question is whether we can get it back up there, since it's clearly a spot that was the site of a fairly extensive, and functional tho' plebeian, repair. But dammit all, it does not deserve to be demoted to a mere shelf.
Am I championing my house against all comers? Why, yes. Yes, I believe I am.
