Half-full

[katiefoolery]

What, I’m alive?  I have the whole heart-beating, air-breathing, walking and talking thing going on, so I guess I must conclude that I am.  Huzzah!  Ah, for the old days when I posted in LJ at the drop of a hat.  Because all of that hat-dropping was incredibly rivetting of course.  You have so many variables: the style of hat, the technique of the drop, the height, the person doing the dropping...

Fun times.

And speaking of fun times...

Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with that.  My life of late can really be summed up in a series of good and bad scenarios.  For instance:

Bad: I had to get some fillings yesterday.  My first ever.  This was going to cost money and be an incrediby boring experience (people fear the dentist for many reasons - mine is the fear of the boredom that comes from just lying there, watching the ceiling while weird stuff goes on in my mouth).

Good: I have a good dentist.  Even though he has wonky teeth - I’m not entirely sure that’s a great advertisement for his profession (although they are very shiny and white (but not too white - I can’t stand too-white teeth (quick, let’s end these brackets before it becomes impossible to find our way out of them...))).  Never having experienced a filling before, I was a tiny bit apprehensive of the whole sticking-a-needle-in-my-gums thing, but it went a lot better than expected.

Dentist: OK, I’m just putting this paste on so the needle won’t hurt as much.
Me: WTF, ‘as much’?
Needle: *goes in*
Me: *barely notices; wonders if he’s going to start making with the needle soon*
One side of my mouth: *starts to feel weird and puffy*
Realisation: *sinks in*

So now I have fillings, although I still need more.  Huzzah!  Ah well - better to have fillings than cavities, I suppose.

Next scenario:

Bad: Am insanely busy at work.  Insanely.  I currently work in a 0.7 position, but I’m being lumped with a full-time workload.

Good:  I feel productive.  Better than that, I feel more confident in myself and my abilities to do things.

Thus endeth the short and incredibly boring section of this post...

Final scenario:

Bad: Our idiot landlords decided to sell the house and to kick us out by the ninth of April.  Well, first they wanted to raise the rent by twenty-five dollars a week, to which we said “Hell, no” and started vaguely looking for somewhere new to live.  Then we got the sixty day notice to vacate, which just added a extra thick layer of stress to the whole situation.  And if that weren’t bad enough, people kept telling us how difficult it would be to find somewhere in such a short space of time and certain other elements told us we’d have even more trouble due to our inability to keep the garden looking perfect.  Hello, panic.

Good:  We ended up applying for two places: one we really liked and one that was practical.  And we were offered both of them.  So take that, depressing nay-sayers!  And just because I feel like dragging this out, please have this free guided tour of our new place.

Here’s the front yard, complete with giant lovely tree and bonus shield bugs.  You can’t actually see the bugs, but believe me when I say they’re there.  Lurking.  They were wandering about all over the place when we were waiting for the open inspection last weekend. And this is a closer shot of the entrance, with a flare carefully camouflaging the roof. Here you see the lounge, or as my da put it, the ballroom.  It’s seriously enormous.  It’s not even one of those sneaky shots taken with a fancy lens that makes a room look bigger than it is - it’s actually that size.  We could play a game of soccer in there if we wanted to. The kitchen.  It’s not orange. *woe* However am I going to cope with a kitchen in a soothing neutral sort of colour?  And do I really care, even sarcastically, since I intend to spend hardly any time in there in the first place? And what tour is complete without showing you through the bathroom?  The shower is sneakily hidden behind that door there.  And look - towel rails!  Actual towel rails!  Now I have no idea what I’m going to do with the towel rail I had to buy for our current place...

Honestly, I would have been content with any alternative to a box on the street, so I’m deliriously happy that we actually got a place we like.  Now to organise the move...

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[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm hoping it goes pretty smoothly.