Still at it...

Yep.
Still cleaning.

Not in a frenzy, by any means, mind you.
Just slowly but surely.
(Stop calling me Shirley).

Seems the more I do, the more I find needs to be done.

The way it stands as of this minute:

The living room...
Mostly done.
One chair cleaned and JEEZUS, does Resolve work WONDERS.
Still need to do mine.
Gonna do the couch, now, too.
Need to clean one miniblind (thanks, cats!).
Also need to put back the crap I'm having to wash, like couch pillows, blankets and other "cover/doiley" type things.
And, I wanna rearrange the top of the entertainment center. Gotta lot of stuff up there, including the hamster house and it needs to be straightened around (again... thanks, cats!).

Dining room...
Almost completely done.
Needs the vacuum run again, as does everywhere else, but I expected that.

Bathroom... (saving the kitchen for last 'cause I still don't wanna hafta think about it yet)
Need to finish the wash, and by the way...
are you ever, really, FINISHED the laundry?
*snort*
Shit piles up faster'n any 6 people could get it "done".
Ancient chinese secret, my ass.
Anyway, only other thing the bathroom needs is to be vacuumed again.
Oh, and the magazines rotated. (I'll explain this in the EP...)

Bedrooms...
Jr's... "done" as far as I'm concerned.
Carpet is clean and how he keeps or has the room is on him. I don't interfere.

Ours... oh, please.
In cleaning out the closets, I "rediscovered" many boxes of books.
They, along with other various and sundry items, were put in our room to be sorted out and put away again.
Then, there's the whole "clothes" issue... and here come the first of the pinprick bleeds in my brain.
Okay... this house is great and I love living here, buuuut... um... did there used to be a shortage on electrical outlets and closet-building materials or something?
'Cause, this house could use LOTS more of both.
Hence, we don't have a lotta room for our "lotta" clothes.
So, I need to figure out what to do with all the ones in our room and in George's room.
See, there's an unused twin bed in George's room and I used to put all the clean clothes on it, in piles.
That room was, at the time, the "dressing room", as it were.
Then, Jr. moved in and that room was pressed into service as a bedroom again.
NOW, I need to put our clothes in our room for many reasons, not the least of which is that it's dark in there when Eric would need the clothes because he gets up way before George does.
Another reason is that Eric sleeps nekkid and walking into another guy's bedroom nekkid squicks him out.
So, I need to get the clothes and the nekkid Eric in the same room.
And, once I do that, the third and final bedroom (George's) will also be done.

Now... George says he's gonna build us an open-faced, "bookshelf" kinda deal to put the clothes in.
But, I don't know how long that's gonna take and I need to figure out something else to do with them in the meantime.

Okay... kitchen...
What I need to do out there is easier said (or typed) than done, so this isn't gonna look like such of a much, but, doing it is gonna be a bear.
The biggest thing that needs to be done is also the thing that needs to be done last... the floor.
To get to the floor, I need to take all the portable shit outta there.
Even some "not so portable" shit, like the HUGE table.
Then, I need to do the rest of the cleaning crap, like dishes, wiping down, cleaning the fridge, stove and microwave and alla that.
I also have two really cool ideas that I wrote down, thank God, because I can only remember one of them right now.
Has to do with "fixing" the retarded excuse for a silverware drawer we have out there.
Maybe I'll explain that in the EP, too...
Then, after I get eeeeverything else done, I have to vacuum, then mop the floor, two corners of which need to be hand-scrubbed (thank you, cats, yet again).
Then, I get to put everything back.

Once I get to this point, if I haven't discovered another 97 things that need doin', I'll run the vacuum throughout the whole house, light some candles and revel in it.

And, woe be unto he who fucks it up first.

A house looking "lived in" is one thing.
"Lived in" by three Oscar Madisons and only one Felix Ungar (with boobs) is another.

On to the explanations in the EP, then back to it, I guess.

Peace

Magazine rotation...

I have damned near as many old magazines as I do books, which is A LOT.
The 'zines are mostly old NatLamp's, Playboy and MADs.
(Any of which, by the way, if you have and would like to see go to a good home, let me know...)
What I do is fill the bathroom (library) magaine racks and bookshelves with both books and magazines and then, after I've read 'em all (again), I take those out, stick 'em someplace outta the way and bring in another stack of 'zines and re-read them, then get another one, repeat and start over.

Works out that I read those magazines about every two years or so.
Books, more often than that, but... they're another story (no pun intended- didn't even notice I'd said it that way til the proof-read of this) and all on me.
The guys'll read a magazine in there, but not s'much books.

When I was sick before, I read EVERY-DAMNED-THING in that bathroom while I was laying there wishing for death so, now, I need to rotate 'em.
See?
Makes sense?
(If it does, there is a DISTINCT possibility that that should scare you...)

Now, about the silverware drawer...

The whole problem?

It's only about 8 or 9 inches wide.
Ain't no Rubbermaid silverware holder-thingy ever been made to fit it that I know of.
SO, I got George to make little dividers outta panelling to stick in it to seperate the forks, knives and spoons.

Well, the dividers aren't a perfect fit, so everything slops around in there anyway and the dividers keep falling over even though I duct taped 'em to the sides of the drawer to keep 'em in place and, frankly, it's all I can do not to just pull the drawer all the way out and throw it across the road, sometimes.

Now, step over to the pantry with me for a second...

See that three-baskets-chained-togther, one-under-the-other that's hanging in there filled with miscellaneous stupid shit?

Well, that's comin' outta there and I'm gonna hang it by the sink somewhere and put the silverware in that.
Three styles of silverware, three baskets.
Seems meant somehow...

And, the miscellaneous stupid shit that's in the baskets now?

Goin' into the useless excuse for a drawer.
That seems kinda "meant", too.
Useless drawer, useless shit.
See how that works?
Cool, ain't it?

I just wish I could come up with cool solutions to aggravations like these all the time and not just when I'm stoned....

Posted by: Stevie at 08:29 PM

Comments

1 Oh yeah, old farmhouses and no closets OR electrical outlets. Power strips are your friends. I think I have one in every room.

As far as closets go, thats harder. I bought these great clothes racks from Lowes. Buy the more expensive ones, not the cheapo 20 dollar kind. You'll be happier in the end, trust me.

Posted by: Amy at September 18, 2006 04:28 AM (S/oJq)

2 OUR first house (that we bought as a newlywed) was vintage 1940's....and what was it about that era whereby they didnt need CLOSETS? I am guessing they only needed one "Sunday-Go-To-Meeting" outfit?

The house had a LOT of charm (just no closets)

As far as laundry goes....I think I read somewhere (maybe here!) that "my laundry pile resembles the GOODWILL BOX" (except that the GOODWILL box has better clothes!)

I can relate to that.....

As far as vacuuming goes....I leave that to the husband (as well as dish duty, ironing, folding clothes, changing beds, etc)

I didnt marry till I knew he was fully HOUSEBROKEN....









Posted by: Ruth at September 18, 2006 01:27 PM (Z+Upq)






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