RJM62
Touchdown! Greaser!
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Geek on the Hill
The cleaning blitz, that is.
A few of you know that I broke up with my lady friend a month or so ago due to her substance abuse issues. We parted amicably, under the circumstances.
Since we split, however, I've been reminded that I'm basically... well... a slob. Not that I have pizza boxes stacked to the ceiling or anything like that. But the place was just... messy.
Okay, it was really messy.
So I decided to "straighten up" a bit. But in the course of doing so, I reached the bottom of a pile of papers and found some pictures of friends and family that I'd printed, but never framed. So I went and bought frames.
But when I took down the existing stuff that was hanging on the walls (sectional charts, cockpit posters, you know... that kind of stuff), I realized how dirty the walls were. You could still see the outlines of the old stuff. So I decided to wash down the walls.
But to wash down the walls, I had to move the furniture. And then I decided that I would like it better arranged a bit differently. So I started moving the furniture.
But when I moved the furniture -- AAACKK! It's amazing what you find behind stuff that hasn't been moved in a couple of years. So I decided to move all the furniture and clean every little nook and cranny.
Of course, moving all the furniture means you have to put it somewhere, which means nothing is in its rightful place, which means the place starts looking like a disaster area. It's like those little plastic puzzles we had when I was a kid where you had to slide the letters to form words.
However, I am closing in on the prize. I have finished the kitchen, and it gleams so much that sunglasses are advisable upon entry. The rest of the rooms are also getting there (mainly putting the furniture back, washing the floors, and shampooing the carpeting).
I've also framed and hung the pictures (about 20 of them so far).
And I've washed down most of the walls.
And I've changed the shower curtain and rearranged the closet in the bathroom.
And I've rearranged my junk storage room.
And I've organized all of my spare computer junk into plastic pull-out storage bins.
And I've spackled numerous holes, and I've started filling in the cracks in the baseboards.
And I've shredded two humongous bags worth of papers, some dating back as far as 20 years ago.
And I am pondering painting... nah, scratch that. I hate painting.
Once I'm finished, feel free to stop by for coffee. I'm right across the water from LGA. Just make sure you bring your sunglasses, because this place is gonna sparkle when I'm done with it.
Thank God for caffeine...
-Rich
A few of you know that I broke up with my lady friend a month or so ago due to her substance abuse issues. We parted amicably, under the circumstances.
Since we split, however, I've been reminded that I'm basically... well... a slob. Not that I have pizza boxes stacked to the ceiling or anything like that. But the place was just... messy.
Okay, it was really messy.
So I decided to "straighten up" a bit. But in the course of doing so, I reached the bottom of a pile of papers and found some pictures of friends and family that I'd printed, but never framed. So I went and bought frames.
But when I took down the existing stuff that was hanging on the walls (sectional charts, cockpit posters, you know... that kind of stuff), I realized how dirty the walls were. You could still see the outlines of the old stuff. So I decided to wash down the walls.
But to wash down the walls, I had to move the furniture. And then I decided that I would like it better arranged a bit differently. So I started moving the furniture.
But when I moved the furniture -- AAACKK! It's amazing what you find behind stuff that hasn't been moved in a couple of years. So I decided to move all the furniture and clean every little nook and cranny.
Of course, moving all the furniture means you have to put it somewhere, which means nothing is in its rightful place, which means the place starts looking like a disaster area. It's like those little plastic puzzles we had when I was a kid where you had to slide the letters to form words.
However, I am closing in on the prize. I have finished the kitchen, and it gleams so much that sunglasses are advisable upon entry. The rest of the rooms are also getting there (mainly putting the furniture back, washing the floors, and shampooing the carpeting).
I've also framed and hung the pictures (about 20 of them so far).
And I've washed down most of the walls.
And I've changed the shower curtain and rearranged the closet in the bathroom.
And I've rearranged my junk storage room.
And I've organized all of my spare computer junk into plastic pull-out storage bins.
And I've spackled numerous holes, and I've started filling in the cracks in the baseboards.
And I've shredded two humongous bags worth of papers, some dating back as far as 20 years ago.
And I am pondering painting... nah, scratch that. I hate painting.
Once I'm finished, feel free to stop by for coffee. I'm right across the water from LGA. Just make sure you bring your sunglasses, because this place is gonna sparkle when I'm done with it.
Thank God for caffeine...
-Rich
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