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rinueI generally find cleaning the master bathroom yields very low return on investment, particularly in an old enough house, where you're contending with dust and fussy plumbing in addition to the usual bodily fluids. Typical result: hours of work completely undone within two days. Consequently, I only do it under very specific circumstances:
1. I have guests coming who will likely see it and be upset AND I have extra time because they're running late. OR
2. It's been recently enough cleaned I feel I could bring it to spec within 15 minutes AND I'm generally feeling like all my shit's together enough that I want to, for instance, use napkin rings. (This almost never happens.) OR
3. Things have gotten horribly disgusting in a way that depresses me AND I am procrastinating doing something else which I feel I ought to do for someone else from which I get no benefit and which is not urgent but which would make me feel guilty about working on my own stuff instead AND it's still early in the day but I have slept badly, so that intellectual work is more challenging than it should be and I worry that I will fall asleep if I sit down for too long, yet I will not be able to enjoy relaxing, having got nothing done after several days spent in a similar state.
Conditions for 3 being met, I have cleaned the bathroom.
Miserable week at work. The layoffs didn't lay me off, nor any of my friends, but because they were unexpected even to the higher ups (another company not even in our industry did something which affected us, from what I understand), everybody is emotional and paranoid and I've been slammed with work to make up for the cutbacks. I've been pulling (paid) 12-hour days most of the week and skipping lunch breaks.
All the cats have been playing the in and out game all day, which for Ham means crossing the hallway from REL's room to Scarlett's room, the two parts of the house he's allowed in. A bit of an adventure when Ham got loose last night, as Mom is sick and Dad is therefore sleeping on the sofa in the same room as Pip (his cat). We usually find missing Ham when Ham finds and attacks Pippen and Pippen makes noise about it, which is the reason Ham is confined in the first place and also why we conceal from Dad when he gets loose. Difficult! But we found him in time.
Bought a bottle of Arak out of curiosity. Lebanese grape liquor that tastes like licorice, but in a slightly different way than Sambucca or Pastis. Bracing. Otherwise, things have gotten dire in the liquor cabinet, which is down to one and a half bottles of Moutai, a Chinese sorghum liquor given to Dad by foreign colleagues, which tastes like varnished plywood and which we occasionally drink as a dare and occasionally attempt to mix with other things in the hopes it will become more palatable. (Nothing good comes of this.)
Rock Band fever continues. Dad is now learning guitar (and considering really learning guitar, and has ordered a keyboard so he can hog the guitar) and Scarlett usually has blisters on her hands from drumming. I have laid in supplies of Throat Coat tea.
Ciro says I use my nose more in facial expressions than other people do. He said it fondly, but I am nevertheless threatening to botox my nose.
1. I have guests coming who will likely see it and be upset AND I have extra time because they're running late. OR
2. It's been recently enough cleaned I feel I could bring it to spec within 15 minutes AND I'm generally feeling like all my shit's together enough that I want to, for instance, use napkin rings. (This almost never happens.) OR
3. Things have gotten horribly disgusting in a way that depresses me AND I am procrastinating doing something else which I feel I ought to do for someone else from which I get no benefit and which is not urgent but which would make me feel guilty about working on my own stuff instead AND it's still early in the day but I have slept badly, so that intellectual work is more challenging than it should be and I worry that I will fall asleep if I sit down for too long, yet I will not be able to enjoy relaxing, having got nothing done after several days spent in a similar state.
Conditions for 3 being met, I have cleaned the bathroom.
Miserable week at work. The layoffs didn't lay me off, nor any of my friends, but because they were unexpected even to the higher ups (another company not even in our industry did something which affected us, from what I understand), everybody is emotional and paranoid and I've been slammed with work to make up for the cutbacks. I've been pulling (paid) 12-hour days most of the week and skipping lunch breaks.
All the cats have been playing the in and out game all day, which for Ham means crossing the hallway from REL's room to Scarlett's room, the two parts of the house he's allowed in. A bit of an adventure when Ham got loose last night, as Mom is sick and Dad is therefore sleeping on the sofa in the same room as Pip (his cat). We usually find missing Ham when Ham finds and attacks Pippen and Pippen makes noise about it, which is the reason Ham is confined in the first place and also why we conceal from Dad when he gets loose. Difficult! But we found him in time.
Bought a bottle of Arak out of curiosity. Lebanese grape liquor that tastes like licorice, but in a slightly different way than Sambucca or Pastis. Bracing. Otherwise, things have gotten dire in the liquor cabinet, which is down to one and a half bottles of Moutai, a Chinese sorghum liquor given to Dad by foreign colleagues, which tastes like varnished plywood and which we occasionally drink as a dare and occasionally attempt to mix with other things in the hopes it will become more palatable. (Nothing good comes of this.)
Rock Band fever continues. Dad is now learning guitar (and considering really learning guitar, and has ordered a keyboard so he can hog the guitar) and Scarlett usually has blisters on her hands from drumming. I have laid in supplies of Throat Coat tea.
Ciro says I use my nose more in facial expressions than other people do. He said it fondly, but I am nevertheless threatening to botox my nose.
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Date: 2011-02-15 09:28 pm (UTC)