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*sigh*
So it turns out paint really does fade over time on the walls. I did a bit of paint-patching in the study where the walls are bright yellow ("gold rush") and, uh, the results are...very obvious.
It's not dire; nobody's going to take me to task for not doing a perfect job of it. I'm trying to decide if it's going to bother me to be seeing that going forward.
Our entire house is floorboards, we got them done when we moved in. The company who did them was okay but not particularly oriented towards doing a good job (there's a very visible 'rim' around the edges of the side rooms, although we did manage to get them to redo the main living areas).
I had some carpet down in the study, and a floor protector for where my desk chair rolled over the carpet.
Turns out the carpet had sand in its pile, and without an under-matting, the protector's little 'teeth' to grip the carpet have marked the floorboards underneath. It's not damaged beyond repair, but it's definitely rather worn and scuffed under the carpet. I'm going to give it a polish (by hand) and lay some carpet underlay down beneath the floor protector.
I mean, we intend to be in this house until we die, anyway.
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Otherwise, this weekend was to be the re-installing of the curtain rails, the hanging of the curtains, and the rearranging of the furniture. But my weekend looks a little bizay with...things.
Going for a spa morning with a friend, then someone is coming over to help connect up the sound system. Sunday lunchtime is hockey - getting there is going to be SO MUCH FUN with Mother's Day traffic. (Maybe I'll turn up early and quietly sit and read in the carpark? That's a thought.)
And then I thought I'd trek across the city to the affirming church that a friend attends. At least 40 minutes, there might be dinner after? I'm not even sure my friend is going that week. I should check.
I haven't been to my church service in about a month. Just haven't had the energy to make it at the end of the Sunday, after weeks of packing and then renovations and then finishing things off, and with a game of hockey in the mix. I miss seeing people (and then doubt that people miss me) but this year Mother's Day is going to be a bit of a trial.
I don't actually want to be a parent. But I find Mother's Day awkward the last few years in ways that I didn't used to. It might even be the attempt to 'de-mother' the Mother's Day gift that made it awkward, where all the kids in the service were encouraged to give all the women in the service a gift. Except that I don't know any of the kids and there's something rather depressing about having to have a friend prompt her kid to give me the requisite gift.
Maybe I'll just go to the later service that's mostly young adults who haven't had kids yet...
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I also have a newsletter to write for the permaculture group.
Frankly, I'm doubtful that the group is going to be in existence next year. The people involved are becoming fewer and fewer, and many of the people who came along and took on jobs are getting burned out - me included.
I shouldn't have taken the Communications Office job; it involves putting together the newsletter every month and, well, organising photos, and putting together blurbs and making sure that events are reported correctly. It's only month four of the year and I'm kind of exhausted.
I wonder if there's someone I could maybe share the responsibilities with? Do every second month instead of every month? I'm just so tired.
Anyway, no point in procrastinating. To start with I shall upload some photos to the site tonight and maybe write a couple of event blurbs.
So it turns out paint really does fade over time on the walls. I did a bit of paint-patching in the study where the walls are bright yellow ("gold rush") and, uh, the results are...very obvious.
It's not dire; nobody's going to take me to task for not doing a perfect job of it. I'm trying to decide if it's going to bother me to be seeing that going forward.
Our entire house is floorboards, we got them done when we moved in. The company who did them was okay but not particularly oriented towards doing a good job (there's a very visible 'rim' around the edges of the side rooms, although we did manage to get them to redo the main living areas).
I had some carpet down in the study, and a floor protector for where my desk chair rolled over the carpet.
Turns out the carpet had sand in its pile, and without an under-matting, the protector's little 'teeth' to grip the carpet have marked the floorboards underneath. It's not damaged beyond repair, but it's definitely rather worn and scuffed under the carpet. I'm going to give it a polish (by hand) and lay some carpet underlay down beneath the floor protector.
I mean, we intend to be in this house until we die, anyway.
--
Otherwise, this weekend was to be the re-installing of the curtain rails, the hanging of the curtains, and the rearranging of the furniture. But my weekend looks a little bizay with...things.
Going for a spa morning with a friend, then someone is coming over to help connect up the sound system. Sunday lunchtime is hockey - getting there is going to be SO MUCH FUN with Mother's Day traffic. (Maybe I'll turn up early and quietly sit and read in the carpark? That's a thought.)
And then I thought I'd trek across the city to the affirming church that a friend attends. At least 40 minutes, there might be dinner after? I'm not even sure my friend is going that week. I should check.
I haven't been to my church service in about a month. Just haven't had the energy to make it at the end of the Sunday, after weeks of packing and then renovations and then finishing things off, and with a game of hockey in the mix. I miss seeing people (and then doubt that people miss me) but this year Mother's Day is going to be a bit of a trial.
I don't actually want to be a parent. But I find Mother's Day awkward the last few years in ways that I didn't used to. It might even be the attempt to 'de-mother' the Mother's Day gift that made it awkward, where all the kids in the service were encouraged to give all the women in the service a gift. Except that I don't know any of the kids and there's something rather depressing about having to have a friend prompt her kid to give me the requisite gift.
Maybe I'll just go to the later service that's mostly young adults who haven't had kids yet...
--
I also have a newsletter to write for the permaculture group.
Frankly, I'm doubtful that the group is going to be in existence next year. The people involved are becoming fewer and fewer, and many of the people who came along and took on jobs are getting burned out - me included.
I shouldn't have taken the Communications Office job; it involves putting together the newsletter every month and, well, organising photos, and putting together blurbs and making sure that events are reported correctly. It's only month four of the year and I'm kind of exhausted.
I wonder if there's someone I could maybe share the responsibilities with? Do every second month instead of every month? I'm just so tired.
Anyway, no point in procrastinating. To start with I shall upload some photos to the site tonight and maybe write a couple of event blurbs.
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Rather like parents insisting kids give you a hug. Uh, no, it's okay, really... *sigh*
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