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Thoughts flying randomly
Feb. 24th, 2004 01:26 pmLately it's hard to focus on writing LJ. Mostly what comes out are random thoughts. First, I'll make some coffee and try to make you a worthwhile entry.
So, back and with coffee.
Yesterday morning, just after updating this thingy with a lo-ve-ly picture of frisky Dusty sitting still for a change, I went to my moms. Got a bus at 9.37 and was at her place at 10.10. We had coffee, with chocolate, and then went upstairs. When I moved to Veenendaal I first had a tiny room, with enough space for my bed and stereo, and an enourmous closet which stored my larp stuff nicely. But there was little room for everything else. So the things I didn't need went into storage at my mom's attic. And now that I would be moving in with NoKey, however scary it might be, I would move the boxes to this place. So up onto the attic I went, crawling just beneath the tip of the roof, and handing down boxes with my kitchen supplies and statuettes and cd's and more junk to Luc, who carried them down one of the stairs and later put them in his car. At least ten boxes, I had remembered it to be less, came down the stairs.
Then, I accompanied my mom in the large bedroom, cleaning out the drawers with hobby materials. I used to be really creative as a kid, thank the heavens, and it showed. Cardboard, coloured paper, pergemano (inking see-through parchment with white ink and then colouring them, a patient job), embossing (bulging out paper with special pens), paint, origami, rubber to make earrings with, embroidery on paper, cross-stitching...you name it, and I probably did it. And all that mess was now stored in three drawers in my mom's closet.
So we rigorously cleaned them out. I got one box with coloured paper, paint, some of this and some of that. Then we hauled out her old fabrics (one large box and a smaller one), and put those in the car as well. We cleaned the drawers, and then mom started putting her lingerie and underwear into one of the drawers, sorting them by what she would want to keep, what she donated to me, and what had to be thrown away.
So in the end, after lunching, we had at least a dozen boxes and a suitcase. They gave me a lift to Oosterflank before driving on to Tante Ottie, a sister of my mother's mother. Luckily they insisted on helping me carry the boxes upstairs. Halfway through, the woman one floor down who has a dog called Max, welcomed me in the building.
When all the hauling was done, they left, and I was looking at the pile of boxes in the hall. Well, first things first. I opened up the top one and found statuettes. OLD statuettes. Of cats, pink and white ceramics. Tiny bears of four centimeters high, twenty or so of them, forming an orchestra. If anyone here thinks they'd like them, just leave a comment and come collect them one day, because otherwise they're going down the trash bin.
At a quarter past three, I had unpacked my kitchen stuff, put on some Nightwish, and started on the dishes. I had to clear and clean two shelves in the cupboards in order to fit my junk in there, but it all fits. This is what the kitchen looked like yesterday, 15.15:
At five, all of the dishes were done. I was very relieved to have them done too...two hours of doing dishes is just not my piece of cake anymore. I had vacuumed also, and before I knew it, NoKey came home. With two dudes dragging heavy bars of iron that is supposed to be a drawing table (A1!!!) up the three cramped stairs. We got some chinese food, me being completely fubar and both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paysdoc as pasje had cancelled bandpractice. Paysdoc said it might be best if he had more time, and sort of cancelled until the summer. Truth be told, I was completely dead by the time I would have been making food so this was all for the better.
I had bought new threads for the cross-stitching I am doing for my mom: a bouvier de flandres on a sauna towel...it's still for her birthday but I ran out of time first, and out of threads later. But now I'm labouring hard to finish it. NoKey spent his evening cleaning and assembling the pieces of iron. It turned out to actually be a drawing table too!
So, back and with coffee.
Yesterday morning, just after updating this thingy with a lo-ve-ly picture of frisky Dusty sitting still for a change, I went to my moms. Got a bus at 9.37 and was at her place at 10.10. We had coffee, with chocolate, and then went upstairs. When I moved to Veenendaal I first had a tiny room, with enough space for my bed and stereo, and an enourmous closet which stored my larp stuff nicely. But there was little room for everything else. So the things I didn't need went into storage at my mom's attic. And now that I would be moving in with NoKey, however scary it might be, I would move the boxes to this place. So up onto the attic I went, crawling just beneath the tip of the roof, and handing down boxes with my kitchen supplies and statuettes and cd's and more junk to Luc, who carried them down one of the stairs and later put them in his car. At least ten boxes, I had remembered it to be less, came down the stairs.
Then, I accompanied my mom in the large bedroom, cleaning out the drawers with hobby materials. I used to be really creative as a kid, thank the heavens, and it showed. Cardboard, coloured paper, pergemano (inking see-through parchment with white ink and then colouring them, a patient job), embossing (bulging out paper with special pens), paint, origami, rubber to make earrings with, embroidery on paper, cross-stitching...you name it, and I probably did it. And all that mess was now stored in three drawers in my mom's closet.
So we rigorously cleaned them out. I got one box with coloured paper, paint, some of this and some of that. Then we hauled out her old fabrics (one large box and a smaller one), and put those in the car as well. We cleaned the drawers, and then mom started putting her lingerie and underwear into one of the drawers, sorting them by what she would want to keep, what she donated to me, and what had to be thrown away.
So in the end, after lunching, we had at least a dozen boxes and a suitcase. They gave me a lift to Oosterflank before driving on to Tante Ottie, a sister of my mother's mother. Luckily they insisted on helping me carry the boxes upstairs. Halfway through, the woman one floor down who has a dog called Max, welcomed me in the building.
When all the hauling was done, they left, and I was looking at the pile of boxes in the hall. Well, first things first. I opened up the top one and found statuettes. OLD statuettes. Of cats, pink and white ceramics. Tiny bears of four centimeters high, twenty or so of them, forming an orchestra. If anyone here thinks they'd like them, just leave a comment and come collect them one day, because otherwise they're going down the trash bin.
At a quarter past three, I had unpacked my kitchen stuff, put on some Nightwish, and started on the dishes. I had to clear and clean two shelves in the cupboards in order to fit my junk in there, but it all fits. This is what the kitchen looked like yesterday, 15.15:
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At five, all of the dishes were done. I was very relieved to have them done too...two hours of doing dishes is just not my piece of cake anymore. I had vacuumed also, and before I knew it, NoKey came home. With two dudes dragging heavy bars of iron that is supposed to be a drawing table (A1!!!) up the three cramped stairs. We got some chinese food, me being completely fubar and both paysdoc as pasje had cancelled bandpractice. Paysdoc said it might be best if he had more time, and sort of cancelled until the summer. Truth be told, I was completely dead by the time I would have been making food so this was all for the better.I had bought new threads for the cross-stitching I am doing for my mom: a bouvier de flandres on a sauna towel...it's still for her birthday but I ran out of time first, and out of threads later. But now I'm labouring hard to finish it. NoKey spent his evening cleaning and assembling the pieces of iron. It turned out to actually be a drawing table too!
