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I feel like I should post to say we're all still alive here. After five days of work, we have slightly less hole and slightly more floor. I was going to upload a bunch of photos of the Floor In Progress, but I think we've lost the little box that camera memory cards plug into, and I'm way too tired to annotate them anyway. My lungs are basically ok due to the amazing protective features of THE MASK, though I think I'll be cleaning black bogies out of my nose for weeks ;)
Currently wondering just how monogamous people manage to get anything done in their houses, let alone single people. It's taken both partners & me five days to do this much, and we haven't exactly been slacking off (they've been working from noon to 11pm every day, except Wednesday which was a crappy day for so many reasons - I've been here as and when inbetween work and menstrual gnomes). I think people who live alone and achieve major DIY projects must be superheroes!
Anyway: there is a damp Amazonian Alexa in front of me, and Richard's downstairs making coffee, and most of what I want to say won't make sense until the photos are online, so *yawn* *stretch*. We would appreciate people coming over to have a Furniture-Moving Party on Sunday afternoon/eveningish. Anyone who's feeling vaguely strong can come by & help us shift stuff. (Lots of it isn't heavy at all, just annoying, like bags of paperback books looted from the bookshelves before we moved them.) I will feed you! Shout in the comments here if you're coming to make sure I have enough of the right types of food.
Currently wondering just how monogamous people manage to get anything done in their houses, let alone single people. It's taken both partners & me five days to do this much, and we haven't exactly been slacking off (they've been working from noon to 11pm every day, except Wednesday which was a crappy day for so many reasons - I've been here as and when inbetween work and menstrual gnomes). I think people who live alone and achieve major DIY projects must be superheroes!
Anyway: there is a damp Amazonian Alexa in front of me, and Richard's downstairs making coffee, and most of what I want to say won't make sense until the photos are online, so *yawn* *stretch*. We would appreciate people coming over to have a Furniture-Moving Party on Sunday afternoon/eveningish. Anyone who's feeling vaguely strong can come by & help us shift stuff. (Lots of it isn't heavy at all, just annoying, like bags of paperback books looted from the bookshelves before we moved them.) I will feed you! Shout in the comments here if you're coming to make sure I have enough of the right types of food.
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-27 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 08:07 am (UTC)1) It takes longer if you have a social life or work in-between (record for this : 10 years for my dad to fix a shower)
2) Pay someone else to do it
3)reciprocal arrangement with friends
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Date: 2006-10-28 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 10:46 am (UTC)My general theory is that the amount of time it takes to do DIY stuff depends on the amount of space available to empty a room of furniture while you work on it/your ability to do without the stuff in that room - kitchens and bathrooms are particularly difficult in this respect, 'cos you have to tidy away sufficiently at the end of the day to cook dinner/use the facilities.
I was brought up on doing lots of DIY; I lived in a house that was permanently in a state of decoration for years. My sister and I both have well developed DIY skills. My sister managed to decorate her own bedroom during the summer holidays and with my Mum's help decorated my old bedroom. Now they've just got my Mum's room to do & it's going much more slowly now it's term time. And yeah, that's the other thing that affects the speed of DIY - quantity of time available to do it when not exhausted from work.
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-30 05:30 am (UTC)Oh, do I ever know the feeling. I'll spare you my tales of the wonder that is Playa Snot; suffice it to say that the entire population of Black Rock City has their fingers in their nose at one point or another during the event, and nobody cares.