Sunday happenings

Today I put together the second of two new fans I bought this weekend. The first, a lovely stainless steel fan for my kitchen breakfast bar area, had no connection between the plug and the fan. The second, which I put together this morning, was missing the screw that attaches the fan to the stand. It's a good thing I waited til I put the second one together before returning the first, isn't it?

Anyway, I threw them both (still assembled) in the truck (the car I rented this weekend turned out to be a very large SUV that sucks gas like it's going out of style) with perhaps more violence than was necessary. I went to Canadian Tire to return them and the woman gave me a snarky "better luck next time!" as she processed the refund. I was so hostile that I got back out to car before I remembered that I needed to buy a doorbell to replace the one that was stolen.

Back into the store, pick out a doorbell, pay for it. Remember that I need to get copies of my key made (for the housecleaner and my neighbours). Back into the store, get the keys, back to the cash. I think by this point snarky cashier lady was full on laughing at me.

Drove back to the house. Dino the Developer was pulling into the driveway at the same time as me. He's going to lay the last corner of sod in my backyard. I ask him if he took my doorbell. He gets outraged and runs next door to see if that doorbell is still there. Thanks, Dino. I'm feeling the love.

Get in the house, wire up the doorbell. And unfortunately, i got one that's not quite the same size as the one that was stolen, so the holes don't line up. Argh. Leave it hanging there for dad to fix tomorrow.

Go to the grocery store to pick up my new prescription painkillers for the tendonitis and "crunchy knees" that my doctor diagnosed (that was a funny sounding diagnosis to me, too - sounds like how I used to describe the noises in my car to the mechanic!). They didn't call me to let me know that they have to order it because it's newfangled (and thus likely very expensive), but it'll be there tomorrow. Grand. Buy a cheap and ugly white plastic fan.

Go home. Have short nap. Am awoken by John who takes me up on my offer to go to a movie despite the fact that he has a list of things to do a mile long while his wife (and more importantly, the baby) are out of the house for a few days. He agrees to pick me up after a heated discussion. Since I'm 1.5 blocks from his house, I find said discussion faintly ridiculous, but he does indeed have to drive past my house whereas I'd have to backtrack, so he wins.

Organize the master bathroom. My builder put an unusual sort of shelf thing in the master bath around the mirror. He's very proud of it, but it's not really very functional since the openings are 7" high by 8" wide. I looked at another shelving thing for over the toilet but decided to see if I could organize my stuff first and see if it would be functional that way. It is. Organize the books in the master bedroom and rearrange some of the stuff on the shelves. The master bedroom is now ready for art.

Go to the movie with John. Decide to mitigate the picking up issue by moseying over to his house. It took about 90 seconds. It might actually be quicker to walk over there to talk to them than it is to call. I went to see Wanted, which I've seen before but wanted some light entertainment. It was good, again. I'm not going to lie... I had some food at the cinema. It's amazing what you can pack into 1800 calories a day. I had a taco and half a burrito and some M&Ms and it was good. That was my first chocolate in five weeks. I didn't love it as much as I thought I would, and was able to put it down with still between 1/4 and 1/3 to go.

Came home. Put together the fan. Of course, since it's cheap and ugly it works perfectly and silently. Enough said. Make tomorrow's lunch. Decide, since I'm chopping veg, to chop all the veg for this week's lunches. Make tomorrow's fruit salad while I'm at it. Do all the dishes known to man and curse the fact that my freaking dishwasher has no plug. Am encouraged by remembering that the plug guy is coming tomorrow. Am discouraged by remembering that I then still have to book the plumber. Again.

My housecleaner Tara comes tomorrow. I've never met Tara but she cleans for my friends who live down the street and she's a friend of theirs. My dad's going to meet Tara tomorrow while he's here with the electrician (aka "plug guy"), who's also going to install my new bedroom ceiling fan (thus freeing up another fan for the dining room - clearly I'm going to try and get away with not turning on the air conditioning this summer). Tara's only job tomorrow is to sweep and mop to within an inch of its life every floor surface in this house. I have a lot of floors, and they're very construction dirty. She's going to earn every penny, and that's all I'm saying about that.

I should be hanging art this week. Once most of it is hung, I'll take some photos of the new house and post them. And yes, I'm thinking I'm actually going to have a housewarming this time. You know. Maybe even call it a "party". Or just a "get together". Maybe around labour day. Just cause I'll need that long til I figure out where everything goes. I have a lot of art and photos. And that's all I'm saying about that!

This moving stuff is a lot of work.