splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
Oh jeebuz.

A plumber is fixing gas pipes, and as he stated that he was obliged to turn the gas off for safety reasons if he didn't fix it, I haven't gotten a second quote.

And there goes most of a month's worth of my pension. Memo to government: if you don't factor this sort of thing into pension payments, how are people to survive?

(If nothing else, sooner or later there would have been an explosion).

~~~

And he says the fixing of a busted stormwater drain in the backyard will run into the many thousands. I'll be getting more quotes. And quite possibly not fixing it, on the grounds that it's not essential to not live in a swamp.

I hope my week improves from here.
splodgenoodles: (Penelope intro)
It's a warm, windy and dry day here.

Saline spray is being snorted liberally and I see a spot of codeine consumption in my near future.

~~~

Today I fed the Magpies Of Presumption out the back. Today there was one mum, and two fledgelings at the stage where they can only flutter, are beak-fed, and squawk all the time.

~~~

My new gardener came again today, and the place already is taking on better form. We have plans!

~~~

Eldest Brother also came today to complete some plastering and haul around a few bits of furniture. My living room has been quite transformed. The telly now sits on the pew that was in the shed, the bench that it was on is now across the front window, and the bookshelves have been reconfigured to make a reading nook.

It is a work in progress: I now need to get myself a nice heavy wall hanging and some curtain material.

The wall hanging is to come out of the wall at 90 degrees, to hang above the edge of the pew and thus provide a visual barrier between the front door and my television and whatever else winds up on the pew. Being a television, it's ugly and kind of uninviting: not the sort of thing you want to see from the front door.

I feel the most appropriate sort of fabric hanging will be of the sort that could look appropriate in a church, except that my church didn't do soft furnishings. I shall have to chew over this for a while, I suspect. And ask my papist and CofE friends for advice.

But in the (possibly) less distant future I'll get some pictures hung: the area above the telly now looks like just the right spot for hanging pictures salon-style. That's the style where you put up a few key pieces that draw the eye, then fill in the gaps with others. It's a good way of cramming visual art into a small space. And in this particular space, it means you get past the problem of competition between the telly and one big picture behind it.

And finally some of my arty postcards will see the light of day.

Oh and - Eldest is building some pelmets for my living room windows and when we checked the colour samples, the one that matches with what is here is "suburbia". Almond was a close match and I was tempted to go with that for the name alone but in truth it's suburbia. It really is. Oi vey.

~~~

In less good news, I've been texting so much lately that I seem to be succumbing to txtspk. Srsly. Bt thumbs hrtng, wot was i 2 do?

Greywater.

Sep. 28th, 2007 04:56 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
We just got the letter telling us we'll get a $500 rebate on our water bills on account of putting in our greywater system. Although speaking of which, 10B just had to tinker with it on account of a blockage where there most definitely should not be a blockage.

More about greywater systems )

Greywater.

Sep. 28th, 2007 04:56 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
We just got the letter telling us we'll get a $500 rebate on our water bills on account of putting in our greywater system. Although speaking of which, 10B just had to tinker with it on account of a blockage where there most definitely should not be a blockage.

More about greywater systems )
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
Last time I was here I was fuming about humanity and planning to ring up the electrician and be self-righteous at him, on account of both the greywater system and the router working fine before his arrival but strangely failing after his departure. (And after I'd paid cash and totally failed to ask for the Certificate of Compliance they're supposed to give you. Which, as you might have surmised, he totally failed to give me.)

I am very glad I restrained myself, because after much poking and prodding of the greywater system, 10B cleaned both the filters, not just the one you're supposed to rinse once a week(which rather needed it too), and then it started working.

Yes that's right. Our greywater was too filthy for our greywater system.

So we've now pretty much established that the once-weekly filter needs to be cleaned more often, hopefully on account of having a washing machine that doesn't have a lint filter and not because we are disgusting vile grubby human beings who shed way too much hair.

To this end I won't be hanging shit on the electician but in the interests of bolstering my flagging self-esteem I will maintain that he magically trashed our router but I can't prove it because it's a conspiracy.

~~~

In other news, I've already used up this week's magic beans traipsing round the countryside and catching up with old friends (waves to [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au, although I'm still vaguely optimistic that I'll manage dinner with Mum-In-Law in a few day's time and that I'll be properly recharged by the weekend.

~~~

And I'm sure you're all dying to see a big long list of my ideal careers, really keen, maybe almost as keen as I've been to read about yours(and yours...and yours...and yours...), but I'll just cut to the chase and say it turns out I'd really like a career that means I get to do the things I like to do and that I consider interesting and satisfying.

Quelle surprise.

And maybe zomg too, eleven.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
Last time I was here I was fuming about humanity and planning to ring up the electrician and be self-righteous at him, on account of both the greywater system and the router working fine before his arrival but strangely failing after his departure. (And after I'd paid cash and totally failed to ask for the Certificate of Compliance they're supposed to give you. Which, as you might have surmised, he totally failed to give me.)

I am very glad I restrained myself, because after much poking and prodding of the greywater system, 10B cleaned both the filters, not just the one you're supposed to rinse once a week(which rather needed it too), and then it started working.

Yes that's right. Our greywater was too filthy for our greywater system.

So we've now pretty much established that the once-weekly filter needs to be cleaned more often, hopefully on account of having a washing machine that doesn't have a lint filter and not because we are disgusting vile grubby human beings who shed way too much hair.

To this end I won't be hanging shit on the electician but in the interests of bolstering my flagging self-esteem I will maintain that he magically trashed our router but I can't prove it because it's a conspiracy.

~~~

In other news, I've already used up this week's magic beans traipsing round the countryside and catching up with old friends (waves to [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au, although I'm still vaguely optimistic that I'll manage dinner with Mum-In-Law in a few day's time and that I'll be properly recharged by the weekend.

~~~

And I'm sure you're all dying to see a big long list of my ideal careers, really keen, maybe almost as keen as I've been to read about yours(and yours...and yours...and yours...), but I'll just cut to the chase and say it turns out I'd really like a career that means I get to do the things I like to do and that I consider interesting and satisfying.

Quelle surprise.

And maybe zomg too, eleven.

Blah

Sep. 13th, 2007 11:46 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
The electrician came today. The plumbers connected our greywater up fine, but of course we had extension cords running all over the place and lying on the ground and stuff, so we needed someone to tidy that mess up and make it safe.

He did that. So fucking safe it doesn't actually work. I've no idea how he did it - the power point he installed works fine, so whatever he's done he's done to the greywater system itself.

I am not happy.

Especially not now the weather's warming up and it's really starting to matter and I'm now just itching to get the rest of the yard hooked up to it as well.

If this turns out to be a long fangled process, I'm going to cry. I'm really going to bloody cry. It has taken so long from purchase of the bloody thing to actually switching it on and having a quarter of the garden sorted out. I thought it was going to take three weeks, max.

It's springtime already.

I hate home improvements. This should have been easy. And actually, it is easy but since I can't do stuff myself, I have to rely on Other People, and that trick never works. And while the steps are always perfectly clear, there's an infinite number of little messups that happen along the way and if you aren't well enough to play coordinator, boss people around and do at least some of it yourself(and I'm not), you're screwed.

Oh and the wireless router died. I don't know how he managed that as well, but it was working fine before he turned the power off. It just didn't come back on again after he turned the power back on again and I didn't realise until he'd gone. So I'm on 10B's computer and everything feels wrong and looks funny.

Yes I'll be calling him tomorrow. I'm not quite sure what I'll say if he tries to charge me money for coming back though. The greywater was working okay yesterday, so I don't feel I should have to pay a thing.

I assume the router is just coincidence, although it now occurs to me I might want to check other appliances in case he managed to cause a power surge.

~~~

At least dinner was nice.

Blah

Sep. 13th, 2007 11:46 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
The electrician came today. The plumbers connected our greywater up fine, but of course we had extension cords running all over the place and lying on the ground and stuff, so we needed someone to tidy that mess up and make it safe.

He did that. So fucking safe it doesn't actually work. I've no idea how he did it - the power point he installed works fine, so whatever he's done he's done to the greywater system itself.

I am not happy.

Especially not now the weather's warming up and it's really starting to matter and I'm now just itching to get the rest of the yard hooked up to it as well.

If this turns out to be a long fangled process, I'm going to cry. I'm really going to bloody cry. It has taken so long from purchase of the bloody thing to actually switching it on and having a quarter of the garden sorted out. I thought it was going to take three weeks, max.

It's springtime already.

I hate home improvements. This should have been easy. And actually, it is easy but since I can't do stuff myself, I have to rely on Other People, and that trick never works. And while the steps are always perfectly clear, there's an infinite number of little messups that happen along the way and if you aren't well enough to play coordinator, boss people around and do at least some of it yourself(and I'm not), you're screwed.

Oh and the wireless router died. I don't know how he managed that as well, but it was working fine before he turned the power off. It just didn't come back on again after he turned the power back on again and I didn't realise until he'd gone. So I'm on 10B's computer and everything feels wrong and looks funny.

Yes I'll be calling him tomorrow. I'm not quite sure what I'll say if he tries to charge me money for coming back though. The greywater was working okay yesterday, so I don't feel I should have to pay a thing.

I assume the router is just coincidence, although it now occurs to me I might want to check other appliances in case he managed to cause a power surge.

~~~

At least dinner was nice.
splodgenoodles: (dance!)
Greywater system is up and running!

Looks like it's going to need a bit more tweaking, but basically - it's working.

I'm a happy Noodle.
splodgenoodles: (dance!)
Greywater system is up and running!

Looks like it's going to need a bit more tweaking, but basically - it's working.

I'm a happy Noodle.

Mixed bag.

Jul. 3rd, 2007 07:31 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I seem to have had a crash of sorts. Definitely not bouncing along like I was, most of yesterday was spent in bed and I simply feel a whole bunch sicker again. Hoping it's just a blip but being careful and resisting the urge to angrily proclaim myself to be tough and in control of my destiny, because that trick always backfires.

I'm upset and pissed off. Will do a proper medical post soon, probably should document some of the weirdness.

Trying to be philosophical, trying to roll with the punches.

But if I'm too sick for Harry Potter next week all attempts at emotional aikido go out the freaking window.

~~~

But on a more cheery note, I've just been distracted from my woes by design issues and now my little head is buzzing.

We met an architect tonight and he showed us photos of his work. I hope he realised that I laugh when I'm excited, otherwise now he's probably feeling sad and wishing he'd become an accountant instead. And that would be bad because I really liked his stuff which is why I kept laughing, see above.

And funnily enough, a couple of the ideas he talked about with regard to his work are things I keep wondering about and discussing with 10B and thinking I should really write about here. I continually fail to do so because putting these thoughts down on cyber-paper is just a bit too challenging - I don't feel I really have the right language or preliminary knowledge, so the thoughts themselves are amorphous and things tend to get a bit circular.

Also, I suspect sometimes it's about trying to find order in situations that are ultimately pure chaos. Or at least far too complex for us to ever see the patterns and any pattern we superimpose is pragmatic.

But this might mean I'll actually try a bit harder to get some of this stuff pinned down.

Fun. Heh.

~~~

And on a third entirely unrelated note:

I am going through one of those phases in which I dither about how public I want my rantings to be. On Saturday I made everything 'friends only' to see what it felt like, on Sunday I decided it felt pointless and silly and as soon as I get my arse into gear I'll switch everything back (go mass selection tool! Go permanent account!).

I like meeting folk and that's a bit hard to do if you make yourself invisible.

~~~

Following on, but only sort of connected:


Question: So why so I call myself an introvert, exactly?

Answer: Head up bum, far enough to perform tonsilectomy with own teeth.


Glad that's sorted.



Or maybe in truth I'm an extrovert it's just that in real life I have social anxiety disorder which doesn't pop up so much in cyberspace because yooou caan't seeee meeeee(wwooooo) so I don't have to worry about spitting food when I eat. Therefore the barriers disappear.

Extrovert with social anxiety disorder = sheep who gets itchy from wearing wool next to the skin.

Silly idea, although it's an accurate metaphor for auto-immune disease.



Maybe it just doesn't matter.

Mixed bag.

Jul. 3rd, 2007 07:31 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I seem to have had a crash of sorts. Definitely not bouncing along like I was, most of yesterday was spent in bed and I simply feel a whole bunch sicker again. Hoping it's just a blip but being careful and resisting the urge to angrily proclaim myself to be tough and in control of my destiny, because that trick always backfires.

I'm upset and pissed off. Will do a proper medical post soon, probably should document some of the weirdness.

Trying to be philosophical, trying to roll with the punches.

But if I'm too sick for Harry Potter next week all attempts at emotional aikido go out the freaking window.

~~~

But on a more cheery note, I've just been distracted from my woes by design issues and now my little head is buzzing.

We met an architect tonight and he showed us photos of his work. I hope he realised that I laugh when I'm excited, otherwise now he's probably feeling sad and wishing he'd become an accountant instead. And that would be bad because I really liked his stuff which is why I kept laughing, see above.

And funnily enough, a couple of the ideas he talked about with regard to his work are things I keep wondering about and discussing with 10B and thinking I should really write about here. I continually fail to do so because putting these thoughts down on cyber-paper is just a bit too challenging - I don't feel I really have the right language or preliminary knowledge, so the thoughts themselves are amorphous and things tend to get a bit circular.

Also, I suspect sometimes it's about trying to find order in situations that are ultimately pure chaos. Or at least far too complex for us to ever see the patterns and any pattern we superimpose is pragmatic.

But this might mean I'll actually try a bit harder to get some of this stuff pinned down.

Fun. Heh.

~~~

And on a third entirely unrelated note:

I am going through one of those phases in which I dither about how public I want my rantings to be. On Saturday I made everything 'friends only' to see what it felt like, on Sunday I decided it felt pointless and silly and as soon as I get my arse into gear I'll switch everything back (go mass selection tool! Go permanent account!).

I like meeting folk and that's a bit hard to do if you make yourself invisible.

~~~

Following on, but only sort of connected:


Question: So why so I call myself an introvert, exactly?

Answer: Head up bum, far enough to perform tonsilectomy with own teeth.


Glad that's sorted.



Or maybe in truth I'm an extrovert it's just that in real life I have social anxiety disorder which doesn't pop up so much in cyberspace because yooou caan't seeee meeeee(wwooooo) so I don't have to worry about spitting food when I eat. Therefore the barriers disappear.

Extrovert with social anxiety disorder = sheep who gets itchy from wearing wool next to the skin.

Silly idea, although it's an accurate metaphor for auto-immune disease.



Maybe it just doesn't matter.
splodgenoodles: (Lacey's)
Is it just me being picky or do architects and drafting folk have no idea about website design?

I do not want to have to sit through your wankerous mission statements before I can browse your work and before I can find out - in slightly more normal language - what you like to do beyond "provide high quality domestic work that meet's the client's needs".

Knowing what state you are in would also be a help.

I also don't want oh-so-conceptual means of navigation. If I have to look hard to work out where to click, I don't trust you to design my home so that I can find the fucking front door, that's assuming you remember to include one. If I have to look hard to work out where to click, I'm never going to find the bloody toaster again.

Oh and while we're about it, putting photos of your work on a jaunty angle? Just don't. I mean that.

I really, really mean that.


Oh god, do I mean that.

~~~

And I'll go one step further before I stop. If I find a site where the photo gallery includes photos of what their places look like after one year, when everyone's moved back in and no one's done the laundry or the dishes for a month and they've inherited a tonne of unfashionable furniture that they want to keep and they've had guests over every night for a week and the lady(or ladies) of the house are crashed out somewhere comfy because of menstrual cramps, you will get my business.

Well maybe. You will, however, go to the top of the list for a while at least.

~~~
splodgenoodles: (Lacey's)
Is it just me being picky or do architects and drafting folk have no idea about website design?

I do not want to have to sit through your wankerous mission statements before I can browse your work and before I can find out - in slightly more normal language - what you like to do beyond "provide high quality domestic work that meet's the client's needs".

Knowing what state you are in would also be a help.

I also don't want oh-so-conceptual means of navigation. If I have to look hard to work out where to click, I don't trust you to design my home so that I can find the fucking front door, that's assuming you remember to include one. If I have to look hard to work out where to click, I'm never going to find the bloody toaster again.

Oh and while we're about it, putting photos of your work on a jaunty angle? Just don't. I mean that.

I really, really mean that.


Oh god, do I mean that.

~~~

And I'll go one step further before I stop. If I find a site where the photo gallery includes photos of what their places look like after one year, when everyone's moved back in and no one's done the laundry or the dishes for a month and they've inherited a tonne of unfashionable furniture that they want to keep and they've had guests over every night for a week and the lady(or ladies) of the house are crashed out somewhere comfy because of menstrual cramps, you will get my business.

Well maybe. You will, however, go to the top of the list for a while at least.

~~~
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I am being eaten alive by the laundry pile, help!

Feeling totally overwhelmed by the chaos in this house and kind of annoyed at this house being in such a decrepit and structurally disorganised state that tidiness is impossible anyway, help!



What's that you say?

Overcompensating for a sense of having no control over the rest of my life?

Who me?

Whatever would make you think that?

~~~

I want to live in a house that makes sense. It's a huge amount of work just to live in this house and do the basics, I hate that.

I'm not fussy, I'm not looking for a Home Beautiful house. I just want things set up so that living here isn't a constant process of arranging and rearranging and dealing with piles of crap that spring up everywhere because there's no logical place to put things and conking out before I've done the basics because doing the basics involves 15 more actions related to sorting through the chaos that need to be done first or concurrently.

~~~

So now I'm off to organise my stocking drawer. Seriously. I own a drawerful of stockings, tights and pantyhose, 90% black because this is Melbourne and black's compulsory for unfashionable 40 year olds, and now that it's winter (sort of, egads) I've started having conniptions every time I get dressed which these days is most days and while that's a good thing in and of itself, it won't be so good if the most-days leg attire issue sends me stark raving insane.

So:
opaques
not opaques
footless
bottomless (traditionally known as "stockings")
fancy (fishnets etc.)
everything else

Have I left anything out?


I'm also hoping [livejournal.com profile] tenbears will feed me chicken soup. It seems like that sort of night.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I am being eaten alive by the laundry pile, help!

Feeling totally overwhelmed by the chaos in this house and kind of annoyed at this house being in such a decrepit and structurally disorganised state that tidiness is impossible anyway, help!



What's that you say?

Overcompensating for a sense of having no control over the rest of my life?

Who me?

Whatever would make you think that?

~~~

I want to live in a house that makes sense. It's a huge amount of work just to live in this house and do the basics, I hate that.

I'm not fussy, I'm not looking for a Home Beautiful house. I just want things set up so that living here isn't a constant process of arranging and rearranging and dealing with piles of crap that spring up everywhere because there's no logical place to put things and conking out before I've done the basics because doing the basics involves 15 more actions related to sorting through the chaos that need to be done first or concurrently.

~~~

So now I'm off to organise my stocking drawer. Seriously. I own a drawerful of stockings, tights and pantyhose, 90% black because this is Melbourne and black's compulsory for unfashionable 40 year olds, and now that it's winter (sort of, egads) I've started having conniptions every time I get dressed which these days is most days and while that's a good thing in and of itself, it won't be so good if the most-days leg attire issue sends me stark raving insane.

So:
opaques
not opaques
footless
bottomless (traditionally known as "stockings")
fancy (fishnets etc.)
everything else

Have I left anything out?


I'm also hoping [livejournal.com profile] tenbears will feed me chicken soup. It seems like that sort of night.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I've just paid the deposit on a greywater system.

It should take about two weeks - then we just have to install it, of course.

Tomorrow I am setting the alarm for 6AM and getting up and watering the garden until either I fall over or the clock strikes 8, when I'm legally obliged to stop. It hasn't been watered for weeks and it's really starting to show. The ongoing warm, sunny weather isn't helping.

Actually I tell a lie about watering- yesterday I bucketed out about 8 buckets worth of water from one of the rainwater barrels (the one without a tap, obviously). I gave a few buckets to one of my beloved strawberry guavas which looks like it's ready to drop leaves and die and topped up two water-holding tree guards. (Little plastic things that hold about 10 litres of water and let it trickle out over several days. Great for shrubs and trees that are just starting out.)

~~~

I have been a little surprised over the last few days at how much I've been doing *without* getting payback symptoms. I'm getting a little nervous, especially since I do feel a bit buzzy and disinclined to stop and rest. This does mean I could come a cropper fairly soon.

So in a moment I shall beetle off, have a wash, *force* myself to lie down and shut my eyes for ten minutes, and then walk to the Post Office to pick up a parcel.

~~~
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I've just paid the deposit on a greywater system.

It should take about two weeks - then we just have to install it, of course.

Tomorrow I am setting the alarm for 6AM and getting up and watering the garden until either I fall over or the clock strikes 8, when I'm legally obliged to stop. It hasn't been watered for weeks and it's really starting to show. The ongoing warm, sunny weather isn't helping.

Actually I tell a lie about watering- yesterday I bucketed out about 8 buckets worth of water from one of the rainwater barrels (the one without a tap, obviously). I gave a few buckets to one of my beloved strawberry guavas which looks like it's ready to drop leaves and die and topped up two water-holding tree guards. (Little plastic things that hold about 10 litres of water and let it trickle out over several days. Great for shrubs and trees that are just starting out.)

~~~

I have been a little surprised over the last few days at how much I've been doing *without* getting payback symptoms. I'm getting a little nervous, especially since I do feel a bit buzzy and disinclined to stop and rest. This does mean I could come a cropper fairly soon.

So in a moment I shall beetle off, have a wash, *force* myself to lie down and shut my eyes for ten minutes, and then walk to the Post Office to pick up a parcel.

~~~

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