WTF?

The asshole neighbors are doing something, again. Not instigating, thankfully, but they've got heavy machinery hired, the truck is parked squarely in front of my house (so that when they unload the miserable beeping thing, it'll be in front of their house). Meaning, I can hear the diesel truck rumbling, the noise of the bulldozer or backhoe or whateverthefuck it is---and the constant beeping. This shit is getting old.

I didn't mention last month's incursion, when they had truckloads of mulch delivered...maybe they're fixing the yard up to sell, I can only hope! Fine. I'll keep my place tided up while they've got it on the market and make friends with the new people, if I'm that lucky. Although I don't have high hopes. The housing market here is in the doldrums, there are three or four other homes around our block with For Sale signs on them.

Eh, life goes on. I need to go do laundry....

WTF?

The asshole neighbors are doing something, again. Not instigating, thankfully, but they've got heavy machinery hired, the truck is parked squarely in front of my house (so that when they unload the miserable beeping thing, it'll be in front of their house). Meaning, I can hear the diesel truck rumbling, the noise of the bulldozer or backhoe or whateverthefuck it is---and the constant beeping. This shit is getting old.

I didn't mention last month's incursion, when they had truckloads of mulch delivered...maybe they're fixing the yard up to sell, I can only hope! Fine. I'll keep my place tided up while they've got it on the market and make friends with the new people, if I'm that lucky. Although I don't have high hopes. The housing market here is in the doldrums, there are three or four other homes around our block with For Sale signs on them.

Eh, life goes on. I need to go do laundry....

Technical difficulties

Today being the last hoorah of my vacation, not to mention my last day off until Sunday, I set phasers on clean and set out to tame the wilderness. Threw a load in the washer, did some dishes, threw said load in dryer and started another load. Finished the dishes: this is the first time my sinks have been empty since...sometime in July, I think. Yes, I CAN procrastinate that much.

This is the point at which things go to shit, because when I go to check the dryer, it's stopped...and its contents are still sodden. Dead dryer. Lovely. And me kind of short on quarters for the laundromat.

Okay, fine. I'm going to have lunch and I'm going to finish watching Crossing Jordan, I don't give a fuck. Not real happy, because a) that's going to consume most of my available cash, b) laudromats are always full of screaming children c) if I'm *there* drying clothes, I can't be *here* doing something more constructive, and d) from the rumblings outside, it sounds like it's going to be raining fish any time now.

Lunch and coroners, out to garage, fling stuff out of laundry bin so I can start heaping damp clothes into it. Empty contents of the dryer first, then go over to the washer, and the penny drops. Looky, looky---the washer is at high tide. The dryer isn't dead, the #$%&ing breaker tripped.

Grrr. I'm glad it isn't dead, but I spent two hours angsting about what's going to go wrong next.

I don't want to know. Really.

Technical difficulties

Today being the last hoorah of my vacation, not to mention my last day off until Sunday, I set phasers on clean and set out to tame the wilderness. Threw a load in the washer, did some dishes, threw said load in dryer and started another load. Finished the dishes: this is the first time my sinks have been empty since...sometime in July, I think. Yes, I CAN procrastinate that much.

This is the point at which things go to shit, because when I go to check the dryer, it's stopped...and its contents are still sodden. Dead dryer. Lovely. And me kind of short on quarters for the laundromat.

Okay, fine. I'm going to have lunch and I'm going to finish watching Crossing Jordan, I don't give a fuck. Not real happy, because a) that's going to consume most of my available cash, b) laudromats are always full of screaming children c) if I'm *there* drying clothes, I can't be *here* doing something more constructive, and d) from the rumblings outside, it sounds like it's going to be raining fish any time now.

Lunch and coroners, out to garage, fling stuff out of laundry bin so I can start heaping damp clothes into it. Empty contents of the dryer first, then go over to the washer, and the penny drops. Looky, looky---the washer is at high tide. The dryer isn't dead, the #$%&ing breaker tripped.

Grrr. I'm glad it isn't dead, but I spent two hours angsting about what's going to go wrong next.

I don't want to know. Really.

Vacation, Day 5: Final Score

Free meals: Four, if you include hospitality after church (salmon salad, sweet'n'sour meatballs, Chinese buffet, bourbon salmon).

Loads of laundry done: Three---delicates and knits, darks and denim, towels and bedding.

Loads put away: Two. (Towels and bedding are still in the dryer.)

Found: Black half-slip, favorite/only black leggings, plum satin vest.

Dishes done: Most of them. Including what I ate lunch and dinner from. Still searching out flatware in my room, but the situation is vastly improved.

I was pleased to discover a brand-new scrubby sponge, still in the package, which I used on the countertop and stove. For the first time in Quite A While, the stove, countertop and sinks are ALL EMPTY.

Damn, now I'm really not going to want to go back to work tomorrow. I wish I'd done all this Monday so I could've enjoyed it for a while. Not only do I have to go back to work, I have to go in an hour and a half early for training (Tasteful Lady). Meaning I get out at 10...my first thought is, of course, "Well, there goes SPN"...except that now I've got DVR, which is made of awesome. Especially when the new season starts.

I need to decide tonight what I'm going to wear tomorrow and shower and wash my hair. I grabbed a shower this afternoon because I was over-heated and ripening, but my scalp doesn't know that.

Vacation, Day 5: Final Score

Free meals: Four, if you include hospitality after church (salmon salad, sweet'n'sour meatballs, Chinese buffet, bourbon salmon).

Loads of laundry done: Three---delicates and knits, darks and denim, towels and bedding.

Loads put away: Two. (Towels and bedding are still in the dryer.)

Found: Black half-slip, favorite/only black leggings, plum satin vest.

Dishes done: Most of them. Including what I ate lunch and dinner from. Still searching out flatware in my room, but the situation is vastly improved.

I was pleased to discover a brand-new scrubby sponge, still in the package, which I used on the countertop and stove. For the first time in Quite A While, the stove, countertop and sinks are ALL EMPTY.

Damn, now I'm really not going to want to go back to work tomorrow. I wish I'd done all this Monday so I could've enjoyed it for a while. Not only do I have to go back to work, I have to go in an hour and a half early for training (Tasteful Lady). Meaning I get out at 10...my first thought is, of course, "Well, there goes SPN"...except that now I've got DVR, which is made of awesome. Especially when the new season starts.

I need to decide tonight what I'm going to wear tomorrow and shower and wash my hair. I grabbed a shower this afternoon because I was over-heated and ripening, but my scalp doesn't know that.