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Feb. 23rd, 2003 08:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI'm up and not too happy about it. My sister's still sleeping (and she's earned it), but my mother's gone out looking for one last bit of plumbing. Scott's already at work and hopefully not dragging too badly. It was 1am by the time he and I got to bed, and his alarm goes off at 5am. Not a good thing right after a few inches of snow nor, I might add, at his job at any point in time.
The bit of plumbing is for the bathroom sink. Part of the connecting pipe disappeared some time during the work. We might find it during clean up, but the clean up's going to end up being done over the course of the next few days as I'm able to deal with it (or Scott's home or friends have time to help). We don't want to be without a sink for that long.
Several other things are being left undone-- We don't have a mirror up to cover the hole where the corroded medicine cabinet was. The towel racks are still wrapped in plastic and cardboard. The closet's still unusable. The light switch dangles from the ceiling because the wall it was in has moved and because we couldn't get through the attic insulation to reach the wires; fixing that will require an electrician. The new toilet makes a banging sound as it flushes that my mother attributes to the pipes not being braced, and we're going to have to have a plumber in to deal with the fact that the sink drains uphill. There are some noticeable gaps in the baseboard and ceiling trim.
Part of me feels like I've gained a lot of entries on my to-do list as opposed to an improved bathroom, but... The new floor looks great, and so does the wallpaper. We now have usable storage space in the form of stacked cabinets in the space that was hall closet (and largely unusable). All of the corroded fixtures are gone, and the new light doesn't flicker. The new toilet flushes, and its seat doesn't move when one sits on it.
I wouldn't be up right now, but I thought I should help with the final packing up, and I knew that if I didn't get up at 7am, when I took my morning meds, I wouldn't budge till at least 10am. As it is, I'm hoping everything proceeds quickly because the longer I'm up the less likely it becomes that I'll be able to get back to sleep today. If I don't get back to sleep... Well, I can already feel the headache building, and my legs ache (always a bad sign for me, one that indicates that I haven't slept anywhere near enough).
This whole having guests thing has thrown off my rhythms in many ways. At the moment, I'm contemplating the whole question of food. Neither Mom nor Laura eats breakfast while I can't get moving without it. My eating schedule's changed over the last few months until it no longer fits with what anybody else seems to expect. I keep finding that I'm starving when other people still aren't willing to consider eating and that, if I eat when I need to, I'm not hungry when the social part of the food experience is expected. I also keep realizing that I simply don't have enough of whatever I want to eat to share. In most cases (like the frozen burritos) it's not a big deal, but in others... Hard to haul out the pint of ice cream to ease my heartburn when there's none to offer anybody else.
Anyway, I'm torn between the desire to have my guests gone, the wish that we'd been able to spend some time together doing something fun, and a dread at the scope of the tasks that'll be left to me once they're on the road.
The bit of plumbing is for the bathroom sink. Part of the connecting pipe disappeared some time during the work. We might find it during clean up, but the clean up's going to end up being done over the course of the next few days as I'm able to deal with it (or Scott's home or friends have time to help). We don't want to be without a sink for that long.
Several other things are being left undone-- We don't have a mirror up to cover the hole where the corroded medicine cabinet was. The towel racks are still wrapped in plastic and cardboard. The closet's still unusable. The light switch dangles from the ceiling because the wall it was in has moved and because we couldn't get through the attic insulation to reach the wires; fixing that will require an electrician. The new toilet makes a banging sound as it flushes that my mother attributes to the pipes not being braced, and we're going to have to have a plumber in to deal with the fact that the sink drains uphill. There are some noticeable gaps in the baseboard and ceiling trim.
Part of me feels like I've gained a lot of entries on my to-do list as opposed to an improved bathroom, but... The new floor looks great, and so does the wallpaper. We now have usable storage space in the form of stacked cabinets in the space that was hall closet (and largely unusable). All of the corroded fixtures are gone, and the new light doesn't flicker. The new toilet flushes, and its seat doesn't move when one sits on it.
I wouldn't be up right now, but I thought I should help with the final packing up, and I knew that if I didn't get up at 7am, when I took my morning meds, I wouldn't budge till at least 10am. As it is, I'm hoping everything proceeds quickly because the longer I'm up the less likely it becomes that I'll be able to get back to sleep today. If I don't get back to sleep... Well, I can already feel the headache building, and my legs ache (always a bad sign for me, one that indicates that I haven't slept anywhere near enough).
This whole having guests thing has thrown off my rhythms in many ways. At the moment, I'm contemplating the whole question of food. Neither Mom nor Laura eats breakfast while I can't get moving without it. My eating schedule's changed over the last few months until it no longer fits with what anybody else seems to expect. I keep finding that I'm starving when other people still aren't willing to consider eating and that, if I eat when I need to, I'm not hungry when the social part of the food experience is expected. I also keep realizing that I simply don't have enough of whatever I want to eat to share. In most cases (like the frozen burritos) it's not a big deal, but in others... Hard to haul out the pint of ice cream to ease my heartburn when there's none to offer anybody else.
Anyway, I'm torn between the desire to have my guests gone, the wish that we'd been able to spend some time together doing something fun, and a dread at the scope of the tasks that'll be left to me once they're on the road.
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Date: 2003-02-23 08:07 pm (UTC)Do you want to let us down???