I'll bet you've been dying to know how my war with mentalpause has been going, I'm sure you've noticed a slight mood swing, from time to time? I sure have. Blimey, there I might be, listening to a song that twangs my heart, and booHooHOO. Jeepers. I guess it's not the tears that bother me, it's the suddeness of the emotion. I mean, I can get all emotional, but usually I know WHY I'm getting all emotional. Not used to this OMG I MUST SOB emotional switch.
Oh, the midnight oven scenes are really getting interesting, especially at 3am. It's like a toaster popping off, BING, I am wide awake, and I am nine million degrees! Super Nova time! Dogs think it's great. Up we get, they get to go outside, while I stand there not shivering in sub-zero weather.
Hey, it can be fun. At least the whiskers on my chin & upper lip haven't outpaced my scalp hair growth yet, maybe that's why I've let my hair become it's own planet lately. My hair is freakin' big. Huge. Farrah Fawcett (rip) suffered from alopecia, compared to this freakin thing. Sorry, who has big hair today? I am such a dinosaur..
tangent... Whilst the great dismantling of the ecosytem in the basement has been going on, I've had lots of time to admire how tough hard water really is.
I (whisper) think most of my current hair colour is from the water. I love our well water, even if it does like a darned good chiseling off of every surface it touches every once in a while. I wonder what that does to my tummy. Cast-iron guts from water? Hmmm, I rarely have issues with that end of things, since I've lived here.
The basement is completely like new, now, I'd move down there if I could. It's the cleanest part of the entire house.
However, the furnace is condemned. BUT, we have a new sump pump in, YAY!!! But, the taps are still drippilating hot money water down the drain. and the bathroom? Seriously, I've been threatening to take pictures and send them to HGTV, but they'd probably just call me a dirt hoarder or something.
I am NOT! I am a tad stubborn, is all. Let's put it this way. We have an old cast-iron tub, and I bet the hard water coating it right now is about oh, 1/64" thick. I stopped chiseling it right around the time I quit taking baths. I SHOWER, (briefly) now, and rarely. But that's another issue.
My brilliant baby sister took a few pictures of the spectacular squalor, (she actually shoots for those magazines that show you clean, nice houses), but she never did get the nerve up to show them to anyone else she actually knows. Can't say I blame her. Hard to take a picture of the smell, anyway.
The contractor guy that did the basement wanted to do everything else sort of all at once, but noooo, LL said "get another price!" LL's said that 12 YEARS ago, about the floor tiles in the kitchen. Did you know tiles used to be made with absestos? Neither did I!! ( Or I might have forgotten, always an option).
We found that out when we hired a (rip you off twice) Mould Specialist, and now I have yet another thing to kafuffle about. Asbestos. Yum! BREATHE, breathe in the airr. Don't be afraid to care..
Oh, so now there are NO tiles in the kitchen, but there is no floor either, just plywood. Real country feel, I tell ya.
OH, the bathroom. Ugh, the bathroom. i wanna new bathroom. I WANNA NEW BATHROOM!!!! whO puts carpet in their bathroom?? Well, it sure as hell wasn't me. As HusB gets older, his aim has worsened. I mean, c'mon, sit down already. But noooo. I am NOT removing the carpet, either.
NOT MY JOB.
My brief showers are a study in efficiency, cause I want outta there ASAP. The creeping fungusoids that thrive in filthy environments have entirely surrounded the shower surround, and everytime I climb in, I wonder if I'm about to fall through into the basement. Ah, well, at least it's clean down there.
My LandLords are showing odd signs of cordiality, which always makes me nervous. I think they are starting to figure out that when you own a property, if you don't MAINTAIN that property, well, hey, it falls apart. And Tenants get right cranky.
Just watch me.
In Flanders Fields
the poppies grow..
To All Our Brave Soldiers, who offered their lives so that we may have the freedom to rant.
Thank you.