Monday, 2 December 2019

spindizzy: Raven looked shocked and appalled. (You what?!)
I know I yelled about this on twitter, but it's worth yelling about again: MY TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD NIECE HAS ELOPED TO FLORIDA WITH AN AMERICAN DIVORCEE IN HIS FORTIES THAT SHE'S BEEN DATING FOR ABOUT SIX MONTHS. SHE WAS ENGAGED TO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT GUY IN MARCH (WHO WAS LEX'S AGE, SO OLDER THAN ME).

... I love and support my niblings in all they do, and if she's happy then I'm happy for her! I am very pro eloping and not telling 90% of the family that you've gotten married, because that's what I did! But as a family we're all kinda squinting at this guy like "Sir. SIR. EXPLAIN YOURSELF."

(And just to clarify, because I accidentally shit up one of my coworkers: she is back in the country now! If this is a weird cult thing, they have at least let her go once!)
spindizzy: Count D in a cleaning frenzy. (Working hard)
Hey everyone! I feel... Almost like a person again? Like I've been hibernating for a fortnight and now I can finally come out and stretch and shake the cobwebs off. Don't know if that's "shark week is finally ending so my anti-anxiety meds are working properly again," or "we are coming to the end of The Unfuckening so everything is a lot neater than it was and that's beautiful," or "finally hitting the blissful state of 'I don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare' that is usually what it takes to get me STARTED on a project," but whatever. I feel lighter! The pressure is off! All I've got left now is regular cleaning and if the landlady doesn't like what I've done, she can fight me!

(I put a before and after on twitter! That first photo was taken about a third/halfway through the cleaning process if you want an idea of how bad it was to begin with. The reason there is so little stuff left is less because I have been aggressively decluttering and more because there's a cupboard on the right-hand wall and yesterday I went full We Own Things But Have Hidden Them. ... And also 90% of my books are stacked up under the bed. That probably helps.)

But yes! I can think again! And form sentences! Or at least sentence fragments! I need to send the list of Things That Are Wrong With The House to [twitter.com profile] sithe and [twitter.com profile] lexgarrett so they can tell the landlady tomorrow, highlights of which include "The shower has been leaking into the kitchen for two years," and "There is a lightbulb that has not only shattered, but can't be removed from the housing so we haven't been able to replace it." ... Yes some of the problems on this list would have been an easier fix if we'd mentioned them before, but she's not really the sort of person you mention a problem to unless you want to hear about both it and every other choice you've made until the end of time? And I think we were honestly just all prepared to deal with the inconvenience in exchange for not having to deal with that.

So yes, Lex had a crack at getting the mould off our room and the bathroom yesterday and Mike's going to try to finish the bathroom today. Apart from that, the extent of my plan is "Open Tody, work my way through the list of tasks on there until I run out of action points, the house is vaguely clean, or one of us has an anxiety attack, whichever comes first." See you all later! Normal service of capslock and shrieking should resume soon!