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And then when I got home I had trouble sleeping. The management company has begun repainting the front staircase, and it's a total mess. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor says I shouldn't worry about it since I don't own the property, and that I should wait until they finish - it might look fine when they're done. I'm having trouble believing that they're going to be able to get all that paint up off the hardwood floors, and the runner carpet has to be a total loss. Such a shame, it's such a pretty one, and wasn't worn out at all.
I suppose in retrospect it does seem a bit over the top that I laid awake in bed for so long being completely appalled, but I can't change the past, that is what I did. My aesthetic sense was horribly offended.
Anyway, the one good point of staying out far too late was listening to Eff-Eye-El talk about Manchester (England, not New Hampshire) - in particular, about how economic system is based on theft. (I debated relating it to Psmith's concept of Socialist redistribution of wealth, but decided he might not be as amused by that as I would be.) By the end of the night he'd offered that ifeor and I ever want to go to England his Mum will put us up and his sisters will take us out dancing - and he'd already extolled to me the hotness of one particular sister of his. *chortles*
I'm freezing! No more heat around here, it's been turned off for the summer. And no sun, of course. Last weekend was, I believe, the sixth consecutive weekend with rain, and the sun has been a very infrequent visitor. A hot shower and then much tea is in order. I have to force myself to wash some dishes, then I can fix breakfast and settle in to read the next installment ofmars_assassins (Chapter Twenty-Nine). Yaaay! :)
eta PS - Still no email. The DNS is fixed, to the extent that probably everyone else in the world can get to our websites besides us. RoadRunner caches old information forever.
eor says I shouldn't worry about it since I don't own the property, and that I should wait until they finish - it might look fine when they're done. I'm having trouble believing that they're going to be able to get all that paint up off the hardwood floors, and the runner carpet has to be a total loss. Such a shame, it's such a pretty one, and wasn't worn out at all. I suppose in retrospect it does seem a bit over the top that I laid awake in bed for so long being completely appalled, but I can't change the past, that is what I did. My aesthetic sense was horribly offended.
Anyway, the one good point of staying out far too late was listening to Eff-Eye-El talk about Manchester (England, not New Hampshire) - in particular, about how economic system is based on theft. (I debated relating it to Psmith's concept of Socialist redistribution of wealth, but decided he might not be as amused by that as I would be.) By the end of the night he'd offered that if
eor and I ever want to go to England his Mum will put us up and his sisters will take us out dancing - and he'd already extolled to me the hotness of one particular sister of his. *chortles*I'm freezing! No more heat around here, it's been turned off for the summer. And no sun, of course. Last weekend was, I believe, the sixth consecutive weekend with rain, and the sun has been a very infrequent visitor. A hot shower and then much tea is in order. I have to force myself to wash some dishes, then I can fix breakfast and settle in to read the next installment of
mars_assassins (Chapter Twenty-Nine). Yaaay! :)eta PS - Still no email. The DNS is fixed, to the extent that probably everyone else in the world can get to our websites besides us. RoadRunner caches old information forever.
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