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Feb. 1st, 2016 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethThis morning was Busy, but surprisingly very nearly not painful, yaay!
I woke up before the alarm again again. This sleeping on the floor under the window is doing great things for my routine.
The delivery I was expecting arrived an hour and a half early, which I'd usually call a bit of a cheek, but I'm feeling pretty chill today. It was lucky because 30 seconds later I'd have been in the bathroom, preparing for the scheduled three hours of waiting. Delivery people never seem to think of that.
Delivery is the new bed. The old bed is still here. I've taken out as many screws as seems structurally even slightly a good idea, but there's a lot of screws in that thing. Also I can't take it to pieces because very big pieces. So old bed should be taken away Real Soon Now, and then I can see if new bed fits. ... I measured, but I'm aware of my track record on this front.
Someone from the landlord came round and asked about the chairs that are outside waiting for the council to take them away. I had put a sign on them saying when the council were picking them up, but the sign has gone and the chairs haven't. They'll be gone tomorrow morning though, so that should work out fine. Landlord person happy.
I started laundry and dishwashering as is correct for Mondays. My back is surprisingly little bothered by that much bending. Yaay for healing.
And then mum came and finally took away the heater/cooler thingy that I've been trying to get rid of for long long long now. It probably still works, but I haven't used it for years, so mum said it would be useful at the shop, but then Stuff happened and the thingy sat in the hall waiting on Stuff to resolve. And then she thought she'd need a car, and we don't got a car, so my aunt helped, but then we needed to take the unsuccessful office chair back much more than we needed to get rid of the thingy. Today though mum has confidently picked the thing up and walked off with it. So hopefully that will work out.
I think I'm resigned to the thing where all house moving plans have failed. The mortgage people still won't say it has failed, but plan version the first has failed for sure, and plan version the second has still, a year later, not happened. At some point they really ought to give up and refund me. But I'm all *sigh* about the giving up, because I still don't really want to stay in this flat. It has downsides. It's frustrating. But short of winning the premium bonds and/or lottery, I don't think I'm getting out of here.
... okay 'resigned to' is probably not quite correct. But I'm closer to giving up and spending the money on other things. Since I actually need other things, that would be useful. If I spend it slowly enough I could get the things and still have the money, but for some reason furniture has fashions and keeps on disappearing, so if I want these things I better actually buy them. Which has been the plan. But first I need actually sufficient floor space.
... I really need to stop being dragony about the piano. I've found somewhere that will take it away. It should be gone by now. But nooooo. Because I feel weird about it. Even though I don't like the thing.
:eyeroll:
Still, steady progress
:-)
I woke up before the alarm again again. This sleeping on the floor under the window is doing great things for my routine.
The delivery I was expecting arrived an hour and a half early, which I'd usually call a bit of a cheek, but I'm feeling pretty chill today. It was lucky because 30 seconds later I'd have been in the bathroom, preparing for the scheduled three hours of waiting. Delivery people never seem to think of that.
Delivery is the new bed. The old bed is still here. I've taken out as many screws as seems structurally even slightly a good idea, but there's a lot of screws in that thing. Also I can't take it to pieces because very big pieces. So old bed should be taken away Real Soon Now, and then I can see if new bed fits. ... I measured, but I'm aware of my track record on this front.
Someone from the landlord came round and asked about the chairs that are outside waiting for the council to take them away. I had put a sign on them saying when the council were picking them up, but the sign has gone and the chairs haven't. They'll be gone tomorrow morning though, so that should work out fine. Landlord person happy.
I started laundry and dishwashering as is correct for Mondays. My back is surprisingly little bothered by that much bending. Yaay for healing.
And then mum came and finally took away the heater/cooler thingy that I've been trying to get rid of for long long long now. It probably still works, but I haven't used it for years, so mum said it would be useful at the shop, but then Stuff happened and the thingy sat in the hall waiting on Stuff to resolve. And then she thought she'd need a car, and we don't got a car, so my aunt helped, but then we needed to take the unsuccessful office chair back much more than we needed to get rid of the thingy. Today though mum has confidently picked the thing up and walked off with it. So hopefully that will work out.
I think I'm resigned to the thing where all house moving plans have failed. The mortgage people still won't say it has failed, but plan version the first has failed for sure, and plan version the second has still, a year later, not happened. At some point they really ought to give up and refund me. But I'm all *sigh* about the giving up, because I still don't really want to stay in this flat. It has downsides. It's frustrating. But short of winning the premium bonds and/or lottery, I don't think I'm getting out of here.
... okay 'resigned to' is probably not quite correct. But I'm closer to giving up and spending the money on other things. Since I actually need other things, that would be useful. If I spend it slowly enough I could get the things and still have the money, but for some reason furniture has fashions and keeps on disappearing, so if I want these things I better actually buy them. Which has been the plan. But first I need actually sufficient floor space.
... I really need to stop being dragony about the piano. I've found somewhere that will take it away. It should be gone by now. But nooooo. Because I feel weird about it. Even though I don't like the thing.
:eyeroll:
Still, steady progress
:-)