Twas the night before Christmas
Dec. 24th, 2019 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffy ...And I just woke up from the proverbial long winter's nap. I only got a few hours last night, then today was BUSY. First, LL came by as I was clearing out the fridge, a job I've been delaying for weeks. It didn't smell funky, but it was full of questionable items and there was no room for anything. She ferried dishes into the sink, once I'd scraped them into the trash, then I washed them.
She and I were brainstorming what to do next when FLH showed up. The first thing they got done was, the buffet got raised and moved, hooray, hooray! So I now have +50 inches to maneuver a china cabinet into the other corner. FLH, for all his slender build, is very strong.--I think he could've done it single-handedly.--and together it was done in about fifteen minutes. Mirabile!
As I said in a recent text "My closet has exploded" ever since the great free clothing migration came onto the horizon. My "executive function" skills are sadly lacking--I started on loose clothes in my room, went on to my closet and flung a lot of stuff onto my bed...to the point that I've been sleeping over to once side in an area about as wide as a crib or a cot. we started by moving that into the only available space--the shower--then moving all the clean clothes from the top of the washer and dryer to my bed, along with the contents of three boxes that were stacked up nearby. They were full of stuff I've laundered and folded and lost track of, including two of my favorite skirts--I'm so glad that mystery is solved!
By this time, LL was ready to leave--she had a chiropractic appointment, and I joked that she'd need it. After her departure, I sat on the bed and sorted and FLH put things on hangers and put them in the closet. It was a pretty big pile, but we got 'er done.
I was ready for a break. I went and sat in the kitchen while he took my vacuum and went over the leopard-print area run in my bedroom. Apparently, the ghost of my hair is still lurking--lots of long grey-blonde strands tangled on the beater--but that'll got away eventually. Yet another reason I prefer short hair!
LL came back with Chica, so I could give her her Christmas bag. Quelle surprise, she and FLH know each other--it's always nice when one's friends are friends! I've had too many relationships where one of my pals couldn't stand one of my other pals.
Chica liked her little goodie bag. It wasn't anything extravagant--a couple Pez dispensers and some candy, a little stuffed Curious George (she likes monkeys) a bank shaped like a circus car and a tee shirt. Just things I picked up in my travels that I saw and thought she'd like. She beamed and said, "You know me!", so mission accomplished.
That was a record--the entire time I've lived here, I've NEVER had three other people in here with me--aside from plumbers and the paramedics that time.
The party broke up shortly thereafter...It was past two, and I'd been going full-tilt boogie since around eleven. For a little while I just sat there, then I fixed myself a pastrami sandwich.
The original plan was to go riding around with LL, Chica and other gal to look at Christmas lights, but it was cold AF and had started raining. I had zero desire to ride around in the slop, because a) LL's car is a beater and b) I was practically asleep in my chair watching the news. Called her and canceled, but she was kind enough to stop by and run me down to the mailbox (and gave me a handful of cookies, which finished the job of knocking me out shortly after Jeopardy concluded). It was glorious to have the WHOLE bed to sprawl out on!
Getting to the mailbox was essential, because I was looking out for and received a mailer from Hermit, which gives me something to open in the morning. Big hugs!
Tomorrow's agenda calls for GK coming to pick me up around 10:30, when we and her family will be going to IHOP for brunch. Back to her place from there, where we'll open gifts, and at some point during the afternoon, there'll be dinner. I'm hoping it will all go peacefully and we don't end up bickering about money. (Which has been an issue lately...She's accusing me of over-spending, while I'm annoyed at being chastised for spending my own damn money--nothing outrageous, maybe $80. There's still a lot left for emergencies. Mental health is an emergency, too, damn it!)
So after napping for an hour and a half, I figure I'll be up til the middle of the night. Some of my 'over-spending' was on Nook books, so I have something to read, per the old Scandinavian tradition. I've got some Aldi's chocolate-covered gingerbread to nibble on and I may even throw in a batch of cookies (from the chiller case at the store, not scratch) and If I know what's good for me, I'll do some laundry, too, because sooner or later, I'm going to want to take a shower. If I can find it, I'll probably pop in the George C. Scott version of 'A Christmas Carol'...if not, it's 'Die Hard 2' all the way.
And because it's always nice to get comments and/or kudos, may I recommend 'Bucky's Christmas Miracle'? (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21893419) It's part of my 'JB in the Tower' verse--the one that OTP's him with Maria Hill. I finally sat down and got them all strung together in something like chronological order (which has nothing to do with publication order.) This is the installment where he finally remembers Steve, just in time for Christmas, and shares with Maria the story of how they first met as kids. It's seasonal, but because everyone is fixing to lose their minds over Yuletide, it hasn't been getting a lot of love.
I hope you're all having a delightful holiday (whichever one you prefer). Love to all! Cool Yule, y'all!
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She and I were brainstorming what to do next when FLH showed up. The first thing they got done was, the buffet got raised and moved, hooray, hooray! So I now have +50 inches to maneuver a china cabinet into the other corner. FLH, for all his slender build, is very strong.--I think he could've done it single-handedly.--and together it was done in about fifteen minutes. Mirabile!
As I said in a recent text "My closet has exploded" ever since the great free clothing migration came onto the horizon. My "executive function" skills are sadly lacking--I started on loose clothes in my room, went on to my closet and flung a lot of stuff onto my bed...to the point that I've been sleeping over to once side in an area about as wide as a crib or a cot. we started by moving that into the only available space--the shower--then moving all the clean clothes from the top of the washer and dryer to my bed, along with the contents of three boxes that were stacked up nearby. They were full of stuff I've laundered and folded and lost track of, including two of my favorite skirts--I'm so glad that mystery is solved!
By this time, LL was ready to leave--she had a chiropractic appointment, and I joked that she'd need it. After her departure, I sat on the bed and sorted and FLH put things on hangers and put them in the closet. It was a pretty big pile, but we got 'er done.
I was ready for a break. I went and sat in the kitchen while he took my vacuum and went over the leopard-print area run in my bedroom. Apparently, the ghost of my hair is still lurking--lots of long grey-blonde strands tangled on the beater--but that'll got away eventually. Yet another reason I prefer short hair!
LL came back with Chica, so I could give her her Christmas bag. Quelle surprise, she and FLH know each other--it's always nice when one's friends are friends! I've had too many relationships where one of my pals couldn't stand one of my other pals.
Chica liked her little goodie bag. It wasn't anything extravagant--a couple Pez dispensers and some candy, a little stuffed Curious George (she likes monkeys) a bank shaped like a circus car and a tee shirt. Just things I picked up in my travels that I saw and thought she'd like. She beamed and said, "You know me!", so mission accomplished.
That was a record--the entire time I've lived here, I've NEVER had three other people in here with me--aside from plumbers and the paramedics that time.
The party broke up shortly thereafter...It was past two, and I'd been going full-tilt boogie since around eleven. For a little while I just sat there, then I fixed myself a pastrami sandwich.
The original plan was to go riding around with LL, Chica and other gal to look at Christmas lights, but it was cold AF and had started raining. I had zero desire to ride around in the slop, because a) LL's car is a beater and b) I was practically asleep in my chair watching the news. Called her and canceled, but she was kind enough to stop by and run me down to the mailbox (and gave me a handful of cookies, which finished the job of knocking me out shortly after Jeopardy concluded). It was glorious to have the WHOLE bed to sprawl out on!
Getting to the mailbox was essential, because I was looking out for and received a mailer from Hermit, which gives me something to open in the morning. Big hugs!
Tomorrow's agenda calls for GK coming to pick me up around 10:30, when we and her family will be going to IHOP for brunch. Back to her place from there, where we'll open gifts, and at some point during the afternoon, there'll be dinner. I'm hoping it will all go peacefully and we don't end up bickering about money. (Which has been an issue lately...She's accusing me of over-spending, while I'm annoyed at being chastised for spending my own damn money--nothing outrageous, maybe $80. There's still a lot left for emergencies. Mental health is an emergency, too, damn it!)
So after napping for an hour and a half, I figure I'll be up til the middle of the night. Some of my 'over-spending' was on Nook books, so I have something to read, per the old Scandinavian tradition. I've got some Aldi's chocolate-covered gingerbread to nibble on and I may even throw in a batch of cookies (from the chiller case at the store, not scratch) and If I know what's good for me, I'll do some laundry, too, because sooner or later, I'm going to want to take a shower. If I can find it, I'll probably pop in the George C. Scott version of 'A Christmas Carol'...if not, it's 'Die Hard 2' all the way.
And because it's always nice to get comments and/or kudos, may I recommend 'Bucky's Christmas Miracle'? (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21893419) It's part of my 'JB in the Tower' verse--the one that OTP's him with Maria Hill. I finally sat down and got them all strung together in something like chronological order (which has nothing to do with publication order.) This is the installment where he finally remembers Steve, just in time for Christmas, and shares with Maria the story of how they first met as kids. It's seasonal, but because everyone is fixing to lose their minds over Yuletide, it hasn't been getting a lot of love.
I hope you're all having a delightful holiday (whichever one you prefer). Love to all! Cool Yule, y'all!
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Date: 2019-12-25 05:42 am (UTC)I think I need an FLH - someone to haul boxes and hang pictures, to help me go through and sort out the junk I don't need/want and better utilize the stuff I do. do you supposed he'd commute to Portland every few weeks? *g*
enjoy your holiday today, and your completely empty bed