Thursday Thirteen 017: My Day.
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misslj_authorThirteen things I have done today.
Now, this probably doesn't seem like a Big Deal to most people, but when you're like me and have two bung knees and one bung wrist, this is a Herculean effort and I'm bloody chuffed with myself. (Plus a really sore face and jaw, thanks to yesterday's dental stuffs, but only two more to go and on December 1st, my mouth reno will FINALLY be complete. OMG I can't wait.)
The cat, however, is wandering around the living room, all wide-eyed, like I've just altered his entire universe. And thinking the gap on top of the entertainment unit means that it is a new space for HIM to sit his furry little arse. Uh, no, Castiel. You are not a telly. Don't even think about it.
1. Threw out a BIG box and garbage bag full of paper.
2. From the recliner armchair, upon which had collected the entire paper production of a small saw mill, it seems.
3. Shifted said recliner to next to the armchair.
4. Shifted the airconditioner into the spot vacated by the recliner. Which, now it's there, I should have done in the first place, when I got the sofa three years ago. Now the living room looks a whole lot bigger.
5. Cooked and ate a magnificent lasagna.
6. Had a wee lie down.
7. Shifted a very heavy wooden trunk full of medieval garb into the bedroom. This trunk is heavy enough empty that a Strong Male Friend (tm) had to carry it for me when I bought it, some twelve years ago. So how did I move it? I pushed it along the floor.
8. Washed some dishes.
9. Changed the cat litter. Castiel still thinks he has to tunnel to China when he uses the litter tray.
10. Put out the non-working dvd player that is something like seven years old for hard rubbish. That was six hours ago; I went outside and it's now gone. As I knew it would be. Hard rubbish around here rarely ends up going to the tip.
11. Dusted. ACHOO!
12. Read twitter, LJ and the rest of the things I read on the interwebs daily.
13. Spoke on the telling bone to mum. (Which reminds me I need to look for a new phone because this old landline thing is slowly dying.)
All of this? In honour of a new telly arriving tomorrow morning, for which I am terribly excite. My current one is analog, twelve years old, dying and the digital set top box is five years old and dying. The new telly will be awesome.
Now, this probably doesn't seem like a Big Deal to most people, but when you're like me and have two bung knees and one bung wrist, this is a Herculean effort and I'm bloody chuffed with myself. (Plus a really sore face and jaw, thanks to yesterday's dental stuffs, but only two more to go and on December 1st, my mouth reno will FINALLY be complete. OMG I can't wait.)
The cat, however, is wandering around the living room, all wide-eyed, like I've just altered his entire universe. And thinking the gap on top of the entertainment unit means that it is a new space for HIM to sit his furry little arse. Uh, no, Castiel. You are not a telly. Don't even think about it.
1. Threw out a BIG box and garbage bag full of paper.
2. From the recliner armchair, upon which had collected the entire paper production of a small saw mill, it seems.
3. Shifted said recliner to next to the armchair.
4. Shifted the airconditioner into the spot vacated by the recliner. Which, now it's there, I should have done in the first place, when I got the sofa three years ago. Now the living room looks a whole lot bigger.
5. Cooked and ate a magnificent lasagna.
6. Had a wee lie down.
7. Shifted a very heavy wooden trunk full of medieval garb into the bedroom. This trunk is heavy enough empty that a Strong Male Friend (tm) had to carry it for me when I bought it, some twelve years ago. So how did I move it? I pushed it along the floor.
8. Washed some dishes.
9. Changed the cat litter. Castiel still thinks he has to tunnel to China when he uses the litter tray.
10. Put out the non-working dvd player that is something like seven years old for hard rubbish. That was six hours ago; I went outside and it's now gone. As I knew it would be. Hard rubbish around here rarely ends up going to the tip.
11. Dusted. ACHOO!
12. Read twitter, LJ and the rest of the things I read on the interwebs daily.
13. Spoke on the telling bone to mum. (Which reminds me I need to look for a new phone because this old landline thing is slowly dying.)
All of this? In honour of a new telly arriving tomorrow morning, for which I am terribly excite. My current one is analog, twelve years old, dying and the digital set top box is five years old and dying. The new telly will be awesome.
