a true measure of quality

the essential kit

Today is the day the city council comes around these pars and takes away bulky household rubbish you’ve put out on the sidewalk. Consequently, pickers (or, as I’ve been calling them, scavengers) in white vans have been driving around the neighborhood since yesterday evening, checking out the pickings.

They took the two cheap vacuum cleaners (or hoovers, as we call them here) but have left every other item we put out. That’s a true measure of the quality of stuff we’re divesting the house of. :)

Our friends Brian and Gareth came over last night to help us move things around, for which we are eternally grateful, because it totally would not have succeeded with just me and Ted, OMG. They claim the brownies I fed them for doing all that hard work made it worth it. :)

My favorite part of the evening were the immortal words spoken by Brian, as they moved a wardrobe up the stairs: “Take that, physics!” (*thump*) “Fuck you!”

(Brian claims Gar actually did the swearing, but this is my story and I’m sticking to it. :))

The new carpet gets put in tomorrow. At this point I kind of feel like I can’t really do much today, because everything is an if-then statement right now. If the carpet was in, then I could put the bookshelves away. If the bookcases were in place, then I could unpack boxes. If, then; if, then; if, then. But all the ifs aren’t in place, so there are no thens.

Which means I could kind of take today off. That would be wonderful. The only trouble is that the house is such a mess that I don’t really want to stay in it, and the idea of going to the zoo or some such just sounds exhausting. More exhausting. And I don’t know where the cameras are! :)

- call airtricity
- email nice lady at [redacted] to discuss [redacted]
- bring coat to drycleaner
- see if i can find a gardener
- pay credit card
- call about skip