Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We've adopted shoes off at the door since moving to PNW, and it does keep the floors cleaner.
The above post was by way of saying, my sink is always shiny. And I like it that way. StY used to come in late, have a bowl of cereal and leave the bowl and spoon soaking in the sink. Waking up to that single blot on my spotless sink soured my whole morning. Disproportionately so. Of course, I could be a little OCD about some things.
Right backatcha, Bev.
Yeah, the SO cooks that way, and it drives him crazy that I don't. I enter the kitchen, there is a huge cloud of ingredients and pots, and food emerges. It's not fair to the whole "he who cooks need not clean" policy, though, because cleaning up for him is super easy and for me, super hard. So I'll have to learn. But it is helping to try to get the sink cleared out at night.
I have inside zori and outside zori. I'm calling them shoes. It's going to have to do.
So I'm more or less on Day 6, (I skipped the post-its. I hate post-its on the mirror.) so it's hotspot day. But I have several. I guess I'm going to call dining room table? Because that's the most heinous, and also the closest to being workable right now, and then I'll have kitchen/dining room done as contiguous spaces.
When I first built the house, I started what I called defensible space. That was the master bedroom and bath, and then I worked outward. But the idea was that I would always try to get that clear so that I had a nice place to sleep and wake up. It worked for a while, and then my laundry sorter broke and I stuck that under the bed and the laundry everywhere and that was my excuse to stop being tidy in there.
Anyway. Okay, dining room table hotspot. I'll go do that right now. Only, where is the right place to put the undealt-with mail? I don't know. This is the problem.
But it is helping to try to get the sink cleared out at night.
It is so NICE to wake up to an empty sink! (Well, since Tim stays up for hours after me, it's usually an empty sink except for one spoon that he used to eat ice cream out of the carton with.)
I need to create a cleaning/maintenance schedule, and I keep thinking I should look into the FlyLady zones, but her site is so twee. And purple!
Anyone want to do my laundry for me tonight? I've been putting off that chore since last week, but I have nothing left to wear for tomorrow, so I must wash. Feh.
I've just been having a nostalgia tour of my college band's website. Shakesville just posted a YouTube link to the Oak Ridge Boys singing "Elvira," which was a big song for us to play in pep band, so I wanted to see what they're doing now, twenty years later. Turns out, they still play at Al's Run (a charity race in downtown Milwaukee) and rehearse at the same time we did back in the day, but they're much more structured in terms of organization. Also, it looks like they don't get as much cash back at the end of the semester as we did (we didn't get any class credit, since Marquette doesn't have a music program, but they would give us a small stipend depending on our attendance throughout the year, and our length of time in the band--my freshman year, I got about $50 in May, but by senior year, it was $250, which was nice).
I find that constant cleaning doesn't work so well, so I use the horror of what an upcoming visitor will think of my apartment to motivate me into big cleaning sprees.
Only, where is the right place to put the undealt-with mail? I don't know. This is the problem.
This is a problem for me as well! I realize the answer is not to have undealt-with mail, but still.
I can't be barefoot anymore (or for the time being? It hurts my feet), and I'm not going to have indoor shoes beyond flip-flops, so. On a side note, I'm not sure why flip-flops make my feet hurt less than being barefoot, bit they do.
I have indoor socks. Mostly because I get socks every year for Christmas from my sister and they are often woolen, which do me no good in San Francisco, but make for very nice slippers.
I was given a powerpoint presentation to proof.
All the text is in bold red and blue papyrus. Occasionally in SHADOW with ITALICS, for no apparent reason.
I took out the bold/shadow/italics and noted on the paper copy that, "Papyrus is not a body text font. Your audience will be able to read it better in Times or Arial."
I am currently waiting to be told that I am a jerk for doing this. But I somehow feel as though I have at least given the audience a fighting chance at keeping their eyes from bleeding.
Does anyone know what the psychology is behind people who use BOLD SHADOW ITAL in every piece of text on slides?
They've discovered they CAN do it, so they feel they must.
Same sort of thing happened when word processing programs got popular, leading to the "ransom note" style of using every font available.
At starbucks for wifi and to charge my cell. No power since Sunday am. Car died Sunday pm. Loki accidentally spent the night out. I freaked. To he'll with work.
Neighbors have been a godsend. Hurricane party , no power party by candlelight, margaritas tonight, one loaned me her car so I could go swim ( my pool still not open)..
Yeah, it's been a long few days.