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Saturday, January 15, 2005
******* painting
As I mentioned in the 1001 Days journal, I'm painting our bedroom. I've removed "this weekend" from that phrase because I see no way short of a miracle which includes a team of professional painters that I'll be done by Monday night. This is partly because we ended up zipping down to the valley this morning and didn't get back till 2:30, and partly because, dang, painting takes a whole lot of time. Or rather, preparing to paint does. I HATE PAINTING. I always forget how much I hate it in between episodes of it. T has suggested that I give myself a week and he'll plan on helping me put the trim back up on Friday. Which means a week of me sleeping in C's bed and T sleeping on the couch. That sounds sad. Except it means BLANKETS ALL TO MYSELF FOR SIX NIGHTS YAY.
Sorry, T. I really do love sleeping with you. I do. Really. I'm only tempted to do the 50's-TV-couple-twin-beds thing every ONCE in a while.
In other news: I am wearing a pedometer. I think it grossly overcounts. I am convinced that this is because I am wearing it at the front of my waist, like it says to do, and, well, that's a jiggly area. Which hopefully just wearing the pedometer will fix, right, I mean, that's a fitness regimen, isn't it?
I have noticed a decrease in the frequency -- the event density if you will -- of my Really Stupid Things. For a while I easily tallied up one or two a day. Now (and I don't think this is just because I'm not paying attention), I seem to be slowing down. Maybe it was turning 30. Today, however, I have made up for lost time. Moving furniture will do that. And was it the huge cumbersome mattress and box spring that gave me trouble? Nooo. The chest dresser? No, it was our little metal bedframe. Four measly lengths of angle iron bolted together in a rectangle, with legs and wheels attached, that C could probably have taken care of with very little trouble. Well, maybe not C, who is affectionately known between T and myself (never in her hearing) as "The World's Cutest Disaster". But LT, for sure. Anyway. It confounded me for several minutes and resulted in my incurring two minor-but-painful injuries. Because I am all cool that way.
