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01 July 2013 @ 09:16 am
i’d say i’m tired…  

…but I recently read an “advice to young people” thing that said, “Don’t tell people you’re tired. Everybody’s tired, and they don’t care if you are too.”

Actually, what I thought about that was, 1. F#ck you, asshole, and 2. There’s obviously something wrong with our society if tired is everybody’s default. But anyway.

I do wish I’d stop waking up at 5am, because I almost never get any meaningful sleep once that happens. Alternately, I suppose I wish I’d go to bed at 9pm so waking up at 5 didn’t seem quite so horrifying, but I don’t do that either. Anyway, again.

We’re out of the other house. All is cleaned, and if it’s not to my mother’s standards, I have assuaged that guilt by 1. not having her come inspect our handiwork :) and 2. really not giving a damn. It’s better by far than the average Irish house is when renters leave, so that’s good enough.

Now there is an incomprehensible amount of unpacking to do.

I had the kitchen dealt with until more stuff came from the old house. We need for people who drink a lot more than we do to come over and drink the 9 bottles off wine we have, because we have nowhere to put it. (“Drink it!” you say. Yes, well, I don’t drink wine at all and red wine gives Ted migraines, so basically we slowly collect gift wine and never, ever drink it.)

People are coming on Thursday to put a new, lighter-colored carpet in the dining room, because we went to Ikea and concluded that buying a floor-sized rug we didn’t like for at least half and possibly 3/4ths the cost of a new fitted carpet was ridiculous. But they only install carpets on Thursdays, apparently, which means not really unpacking that room until after that, and needing to put all the boxes that are in there somewhere else, and thus needing to find places for them.

Which means I’ve got to get rid of the massive, split-sided wardrobe in the utility room so that boxes can be put in there so the carpet can be replaced ETA: oh glory be, wednesday is the day the city council comes around and takes Big Stuff, so I can just put that *out*, YAY

I need to make jam, because I have a stupendous number of jam jars. I need to ask my mother-in-law to send Bell jam jar lids, so that I can make jam. I should also see if I can find a source for the local jam jar lids.

I need to bring this bag of books to Chapters, which is the only item on this list that seems surmountable.

I need to clean the tub (which we messed up: it did not come pre-filthy) so Young Indiana can bathe and I can shave my itchy legs.

I need to find new feet for the scale. I need to figure out some kind of storage solution for the bathroom, which has absolutely none, and also hasn’t got anywhere particularly good *for* storage. It’s amazing how a space that large can be so badly arranged in terms of that kind of thing.

I need to wash that mattress cover in the tub when it’s cleaned. I need to get a clothesline for the back garden, and figure out where it’s best hung, so the mattress cover, which won’t fit in the dryer, can be dried.

I need to call the landlord, whose number I’ve finally gotten, and tell him that we need the door to the alley fixed, the ivy cleared away so it doesn’t break again, the toilet that leaks down the outside wall fixed, the slow leak in the washing machine fixed (I’m pretty sure that’s just something that needs tightening or something, but I don’t know what), and find out how to either disable the security alarm or at least stop it randomly beeping at stupid hours. Oh. And get the stair railing fixed.

I need to tell my sister we dug the bureau she’s acquiring from us out, and she can now come get it arrange for a time for her to come get it send her away with it.

I need to unpack the clothes, although I wish I could get another wardrobe or dresser into our bedroom so there was more to unpack them into. Nothing is the right damned size. Both our dresser and the wardrobe in the bedroom are too big to fit into the spaces beside the fireplace and the only way to put the bed in that room that allows for more wall space is to put the head of it under the window, which isn’t really ideal. I don’t know.

I have absolutely no idea there are shiploads more things that need doing, but at the moment, this is just about all I can think of.

- get shrubbery
- get bird feeder
- get new pillows
- get childproofing stuff
- jumbletown:
» large wardrobe
» table & chairs
» that one desk
» our computer desk what don’t fit wah
- repaint upstairs bathroom
- 2nd coat on downstairs bathroom

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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mikaela_lmikaela_l on July 1st, 2013 09:07 am (UTC)
My sollution to the red wine: give it to Laura Anne when she comes for WFC :). ( And other people too. Would love to take a bottle or two, but I get headache from red wine. On the other hand, the rest of the family doesn't...)
The Bellinghmanbellinghman on July 1st, 2013 09:36 am (UTC)
Oh god, gift wine.

Depending on who gave it and when, it may range from "Ohmigod, where did you get *this*?" through to something by Piat D'Or that was nigh undrinkable when given and is now worse.

(Yes, 'undrinkable' is very much subjective. But it's all undrinkable for you!)

Wine as a gift does last better than chocolates, but contrary to common belief, most wine when bought won't last more than a handful of years - even kept well. Any that predates your move to Drumcondra is probably past its best.

One option for red wine is to use it for cookery. There's a saying: "don't cook with a wine you wouldn't drink", but for a casserole with lots of other flavourings in, an overly delicate wine is a bit of a waste anyway.
kitmizkit on July 1st, 2013 12:09 pm (UTC)
I see a number of people have made this suggestion, but the reason I don't drink wine (or alcohol in general) is I think it tastes nasty, and in my experience (which, mind you, includes a professionally qualified chef as a husband), cooking with wine, regardless of the quality, just makes the food taste nasty too. I just don't like it, and no matter how many times people tell me the alcohol cooks out (which it actually rarely does, They now say), the *taste* remains. Which I realize is the point, but if you don't like the taste to begin with...
The Bellinghmanbellinghman on July 1st, 2013 01:01 pm (UTC)
Yeah, if the parts of the taste that you don't like with wines is carrying through in cooking, then scrub that option.

There are some things I utterly loathe, but that I use in cooking because once they've gone through that, the result is totally different. Celery, for one - cooked on its own, I detest it, but as a flavour in the background it's fine. Similarly, bellinghwoman dislikes raw tomatoes, but is fine with them in a sauce. I guess that's not the case for you and wine.

Which leaves being nice to the neighbours (and hoping they're not too boggled by the concept of someone who doesn't like wine - and the people most likely not to be boggled are non-partakers themselves).
Kari Sperringla_marquise_de_ on July 1st, 2013 09:49 am (UTC)
Can you cook with some of the wine?
And well done for getting through so much so fast. Moving is hell.
Megabitch: pippymegabitch on July 1st, 2013 10:30 am (UTC)
Or turn it into red wine vinegar for salad dressings, gifts etc. You'd need to get a "mother" for the vinegar - I found some on ebay by searching "vinegar mother", but any good winemaking supply place should have them (or a friend who makes the stuff could give you some - not me, I'm afraid, I haven't tried this yet).
Laura Anne Gilmansuricattus on July 1st, 2013 11:01 am (UTC)
Yeah, that was going to be my suggestion: a nice red wine makes a lovely (intentional) red wine vinegar.... and there ARE things you coud use that for. Healthy things, even!

Also: reduction for cooking.

Mary Anne: pixelpers1stence on July 1st, 2013 11:25 am (UTC)
Give a bottle as part of a tip to all the remaining service persons who come to the house and to your new neighbors
The Bellinghmanbellinghman on July 1st, 2013 11:42 am (UTC)
Hmm, now that's an idea.

"Hello, we're just moved in next door. We've got this wine and we don't really drink it and, well, perhaps you might like it?"
kitmizkit on July 1st, 2013 12:10 pm (UTC)
Now there's an idea I could get behind. :)
Kate Kirbykirbyk on July 1st, 2013 12:45 pm (UTC)
People are really, really bad at not comparing everyone else to themselves. About the worst thing you can do when someone complains, like "I am tired." is to let them know how tired you are. That's not what's happening here. They want validation and sympathy, like, "I've noticed you've been working hard! I hope it slows down for you soon."

I sometimes remember this if things are going well, but often I forget too. It's extremely hard to get this right.

So, for Kit: Moving is one of the most physically exhausting things ever! I'm glad you're nearly done with that, and can get back to spending way too much energy on the things you love instead. :)
kitmizkit on July 1st, 2013 02:24 pm (UTC)
I don't know that I even want sympathy (although that was *lovely* and thank you, it did make me feel better!) so much as it's just a statement of fact. just, OMG, tired. omg, thousand mile stare. etc.
Flitterbyflit on July 1st, 2013 04:24 pm (UTC)
OMG tired, indeed. Moving makes ALL the tired.
saare_snowqueensaare_snowqueen on July 1st, 2013 03:59 pm (UTC)
Put it, some at a time in shallow trays in the garden and see if the slugs will crawl in and drown. They do with beer.
Chrysoulachrysoula on July 1st, 2013 05:25 pm (UTC)
You've been working so hard. Moving consumes a ton of energy. It's a measurement. 1 house move of energy.

Does Indiana like his new digs?
Deborah Blakedeborahblakehps on July 1st, 2013 07:24 pm (UTC)
I only drink organic wine, for the most part (allergies) and people often give me wine I can't drink. I regift it to people who can :-)

I also like the idea of sucking up to the new neighbors...


As for the bathroom, how about one of those shelf units that fits over the toilet? As for the dressers in the bedroom, sounds like you'll have to head to Ikea after all...

Tired. yes.

irishkateirishkate on July 4th, 2013 10:32 am (UTC)
Regifting wine works well..Anyone and everyone you can think of - neighbours, friends (not me!) and family...

Hugs on everything thing else - sending you sleep vibes at 5am so you can sleep through that.